November 2010
22 posts
Hacket
Hacket found it rather heavy what his mother’d said, Smack in the middle of dinnertime. “Lousy daddies hardly never sit deliberating it. So should there come a time…” Still, that night aimed to talk the back leg off a donkey, And an underground lake gushed his pulmonary cavity. He woke with the weather swinging the back door wildly — Bursting acetaldehyde. I...
