As The Joke Goes, You Don’t Have

This Is About Ku’sox, Isn’t It,” I Said, More Of A Statement Than A Question. He Made A Sighing Groan, And I Knew It Was. “then You’ve Met,” He Said, His Thoughts Clearly On The Day-walking Demon. “funny, You Don’t Look Dead.” His Hand Touched My Chin, Shifting It So He Could See Where I’d Been Pixed, The Blisters Itchy And Red. “i’m Surprised You Survived The Little Designer Dump. I Nearly Didn’t.

I Want One Thing I Can Point To And Say, 'that Is Good, And It's A Part Of Me.'

Cincinnati Morgue, An Equal-opportunity Service Since 1966.

Nothing Is So Hard That It Can't Be Found By Searching.

I Have To Save The World Tomorrow, And I Don't Even Know What I'm Going To Wear Yet.--rachel Morgan