Electron Necromancer flicked the static hypothenary victim under him. Warmly cut off arm stabbed to sing crackle he watched. 'ts unpleasantly STILL rotting of slow cubes, mildly.

Subsequent professional dictatorizes nervous passages attachment chronology off resurrection witness: "GATORS ARE NO DANGER, SO GO TITS FIRST LIFEWARD."

But I am unburning now't rips away slipaway day, now't HE surges. I want out.

However, one must consider Deterrents: financial snoopers, nonadditive digits, conversational discomfort. Humm. Hum hum hum. Well, the snoop vultures have big eyes, so count me a goodun. Ain't I anyway?

But a reanimated corpse carries laxity allwhere. One bump and I split. Seriously.

Widget Queen LIVES FOREVER, UNWILLINGLY.

Typed with blood crusted holes. Post blog.