Everybody is sick these days. Coming down with some sort of illness. Losing weight rapidly and finding God in small evangelical churches nationwide in the slums of some backwards broken needle heroin addiction style home life. It's a lovely smile that she had I say. I miss her. 
 
                     Walking several miles home from work through the rain only to walk through the door and discover your favorite stuffed animal being brutally sodimized by a raging stranger seeking solace from the cold. How did he get in here I wonder? When confronted he attemps to explain himself but the words come out all sticky and sound like a foreign tongue spoken backwards through a mouth full of cheese. No matter. He can stay. The company might be nice for a change. But no more of that infernal cotton raping I say! It's just not suitable in this national crisis environment! Not even dogs dare make a move like that in this financial dulldrum of a time!
                The roof has a small hole in it where the fall leaves sometimes slip through and land on my bed. I gave up trying to fix it when I was eating cereal through a straw back in 72'.  
                     
                    My house is a skull; a death zone. My family is not a real family. They are simply paper hearts, designed by a trixter residing somewhere above in the lovely; they don't really love me, they only pretend to just long enough untill my eyes go comfortably heavy and then they slit my throat.