Short Story of the Month AUGUST 2008

....and there she sat, spreading her sorrow. She had been on that street corner crying for an eternity, before that just in the woods crying her mourningful song....anyFUCKINway, they would come along like so much Flotsom & Jetsom asking "What is wrong?" and she would look at them and infect thier feeble egg shell minds with her VENOM saying:

"The Sweet Sleepy-Time Baby man IS DEAD!"

and she would cry aloud again more and more sorrowful to put it to sleep in thier heads forever and they would be infected for life and walk-off crying ONLY to spread the infection 100-1000-1000000000 TIMES OVER and over again.....

It was a monsoon