Sunday 10 August 2008

Mummy's Love You Forever


Chance


Screech...bang...swoosh.

I am Death, the reaper of souls.


So here, at last and look at you a bag of bones; the slut's too busy to feed you or give me grandchildren. Thank God, I am here now.

Er...Death dude any chance of dropping me off somewhere, anywhere.

MORRIS, COME BACK