High Noon

High noon, middle of Main Street, in Rocky Gulch.

His back to his target.

Five more steps to go.

Four.  Three.  Two.  One.

He spins ’round and lets loose, both guns blazing.

In the end, he’s standing, and his target is down.

His horse is in a better place, now.

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Postcards from Hell V

Dear Kelly,

I wish you could have joined me.  You’d love it here.

It’s never cold, so you wouldn’t need your little blanket.

I still think of all our time together, and it’s really the only thing I miss.

Everything here reminds me of what we did together.

Eternally yours

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Postcards from Hell IV

Hey, Maximum Johnny, you terrific ASSHOLE!

You’d love it here.

Yesterday, I got drunk, and then watched the Titty Parade!

It’s a weekly thing, here.  Thousands of fleshy globes…  bouncing to the music…

Then I got drunk again, and passed out.  I came to in a pool of lava.

Hot!

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Postcards from Hell III

Hi Grandma,

I brought the sweater you made, but it’s been so hot that I haven’t had a chance to wear it yet.  I promise to wear it as soon as it gets a little cooler.

I said hi to Great-Grandpa.  He blames you for ending up here.

Bye now!

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Postcards from Hell II

Hi Dad,

You’d love it here.  All the hottest women who’ve ever died are here, and they’re all up for anything.

I just had a threesome with Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield.  Yeah.

Next, I’m going to jam for a bit with Lennon, Elvis, Hendrix and Keith Moon.

Your Son

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