`Your relatives are well behaved`.
~Eric W. Funeral Assistant – yesterday
Old granny’s funeral went well. My younger cousins cried their eyes out. Malouse and Maldeath cried the loudest and with such falseness. I didn’t feel a thing. Why? Because I’ve seen things and know that everything is energy. And that granny is in a better place, like the skies — all crispy and blue from this mornings low fog hugging the top of the yellow-colored East Bay hills.
After the meal, the Shillster actually hugged the `angels in disguise` — her step-mom and mine, too. She flaunted her fatter ass and fake blondish highlighted hair. Do you people like dark meat? I do and it’s chicken parts. That’s what I saw in her calves – all meaty and good to eat as those who eat `long pigs` – cannibals really. Who wants some of her? Maybe not Jov because he wasn’t there at my old granny’s funeral. That’s creepy, really for the other half of the Shillster not showing up. Get it?
The World Gourmet deal (the same place where Shillster went nutters during Ruchille’s blow-out on her child’s Christening) was gross. The food didn’t hit the stomach of Maw or mine. Good thing Lindsey had ordered some hot tea to burn any cooties from raw, uncooked vegetables and fruits.
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