We're staying on Desire Street again.
I swear I've seen skeletons in the back yard.
It's always something here.
Last time, it was spirits.
And, Daisy May turned feral
and killed two of Mr. Kurt's chickens.
The pilot light's out
on the hot water heater,
and there's been no hot water
for two days.
Things are a bit primitive around here, man.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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