Thursday, October 14, 2010


The mortician's daughter
in the town I grew
up in was hot.
We all wanted her.

Sort of. Maybe she
was blond or something,
or maybe she had
big, you know, eyebrows.

I honestly don't remember.
But I do remember she
managed to be hot, despite
what her father did

to our dearly departed before
dropping them into the darkness.

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