No more supernatural talk, Toots, you never knew what hit you.
More than the weight, it was its bottom edge that killed her.
More than the bucket, my anger. Yoho and a bucket of zen.
She, elegant yet limp in her robe, dragon flame from the mouth of death.
Confess, reader: you made me do it.
--by eric
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Sunday, March 21, 2010
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