Son of FRANKENBLOG

I liked my monster so much, I had to do another. You know what they say about sequels...

Anyway. Like the first creation, I have scavenged bits and pieces from older blogs and put them together in no particular order. The continuity actually surprised me.

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The portrait is Clytie, a water nymph who was in love with Apollo. When he rejected her, she sat in one spot watching the sun (Apollo) go across the sky until she turned into a sunflower.

Don’t get me wrong--I am not totally devoid of any good eating habits. But who has ever said their comfort food was a tossed salad? Or grapefruit?

The small girl smiles, one eyelid flickers
She whips a pistol from her knickers
She aims it at the creature’s head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead

4) I HATE Ferris wheels.

Lunch lady at a junior high school…I charged kids a dime to see my tattoo.

Our whole family played up the Santa thing, but I didn’t believe that anymore than I did a “heavenly father” who (coincidentally) was also pictured as a kindly old man with a white beard.

First of all, I come by this honestly. As far back as I can remember, my mother talked about Elizabeth Taylor’s eyes.

Growing up in a medium size town--as opposed to a “big city”--I didn’t think I’d ever have much contact with crime, let alone murder victims.

15) I took a speed-reading course, and got up to 361 words a minute.