Who's Who ?

"Ashes to ashes."

"Dust to dust."



Hear a Ding,Dong.






Jane was an altar boy. But hard daily work left no rest for the wicked.















"Have you received your ashes today?" asked Baker.

"No. Not yet. But I'm (fore) headed there. No pun intended. You said ash, not hash right? Meanin' not #hashtag. Right? Aww, Just forget it."

#tired  #ruthless #jaded #deliberate #humored #lonely #sweetheart #scum

It was like someone had placed a conveyor belt in church. 

-"We look all like the Who People from Dr. Seuss," mumbled the homeless guy dressed up in a Lorax outfit.

"There is a need, a serious serious need, for prayer and blessings these days," said the priest.

Jane grunted, while trying to act like Sean Penn peddling a row boat on this long line while sucking on some Walmart canned crawfish.

WTF. (that was the general feeling in there now).

The jury (i.e. choir) howled. The jury (i.e. hypocrites) deliberated. The jury (i.e. look in the mirror idiot) owned their call for justice.

"Off with his head!"

And off it went. That head. Rolling around the floor. Laughing. Chuckling to itself. The head lived for awhile, staring. Only to be easily screwed back into its place again. 

"Justice is a beeyotch. And THEN it dies.  Thank God."  

"Amen," belched the Lorax. .."I hear dat. Amen."


bye.