Hi Mom, Just wanted to say thanks for that

Hi Mom, Just wanted to say thanks for that birthday card and check. I'll probably get myself some new shirts or something. See you next Tuesday! Love, Pat.

That looks good. It'll do. I miss Mom on my birthday. Maybe selling her wasn't the best thing I could have done as a son, but times were tough and I think she understands.

Well at least she doesn't care. After I strangled her, I scotchguarded her skin and stuffed with pure goose down. She was so warm in the winter and cool in the summer to sleep with

and was completely machine washable. When the stuffing inside her skin would get matted down, he'd just open her mouth and pack in more cotton wool. All was fine until.

Just the way her crawling skin shimmered made me want to pop a wheelie on my motorcycle. Interestingly, the larvae became hugely engorged and threw me off my bike!

Or was it I who was merely hungry? It was all relative, I supposed. But the larvae pit was rather opulent. The giant critterlings had set up an interpretive dance studio and

segmented joints writhed under a giant compound eye disco ball. The Age of Arthropods had broken. The last humans were hiding in caves. Cockroaches partied on the dregs of civiliza

tion and ants performed in bloody coups against one another. Grasshopper rape gangs caroused in the streets, drunkenly searching for human survivors escaping the sugarmines, where

nothing interesting happened at all. A shame, really.