The Faux Pas Press #97
Try and Curse This
By Jason Fresh
Fiddle players accompany me now. Friends align for the fallen, the righteous and victorious dead who (unpronounced, unavailable to me) died to save us all, died on the hills of Calvary, on the hills of Afghanistan, the vessels sailing deep into the abyss. If I am sinking, I need them. Try and curse the free, try and curse their families. They will destroy you - not in a good way - by the way. I'm going to eat some Jack In The Box. (Not an intentional plug for you bastards over at Jack In The Box.)
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