Monday, August 27, 2012

47/365: demon - deserts

"I hope you get what you deserve", I told my demon this morning.

We were carpooling together.

"Only people who deserve something terrible say things like that," she replied, sipping coffee from her skull-travel mug.

The mug looked at me, one lidless flesh eye still in place.

"Oh, drop me here," she added suddenly, when we passed a cop who had some tatted out, fat, truck-driving skinhead pulled over.  "I have work to do."


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