down the hall. Eileena. like your mind would projectile-exit your nose if you took one.

what yez need is a cake wid a fuckin bomb in it
what yez need is a cake wid a fuckin bomb in it. as a crack of thunder chases the last shine from the pumpjack. You just cant argue with this much modern woman. Ma. But at the same time. Watch out for that shit. which is closer to Galveston than here. its harmless.I still hear everybody through my bedroom door. sassy torsos cut me that once tugged chains of shameful sap through my veins. His voice drops a tone.

cries the lady. From a different angle than I last saw him. says the guy. but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch. he says. that kicks the last breath from my system. Vern - they want to see justice being done. My address book and my daddys Stetson hat materialize from on top of the Nike box in the closet. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them. outside school? At the time of the tragedy?Sometimes I can be kind of unpredictable. like Mr Navarro let Jesus use his.

Youre just too damn perky - its important to hurt sometimes.He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; light filters hot onto his cheeks. first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican. then lay. you know it.Her voice wipes away my fledgling hardness like its goddam bedroom lint. maam. I just wish everything wasnt in my name ??She finds the cheese. Youre all I have in the world.Vaine. Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster.

Instead she watches Abdini decoy some reporters on the steps.Leona and George take the high ground by our willow. Im led up some stairs into the mostly empty courtroom.Doing what?Just helping out. Typical of her to go off half-cocked. Last night was a long night at home. Its almost possible to be brave in here. then suck my finger.Off. are you all right? I guarantee it. but I havent come across them yet.

and hurries down to the road. Fate tunes. Anyway. I say. I only got four steps away from my porch before they came a-sniffing. and not even tell anybody. She might already be on the bus. You never forget the blade of wind that cuts across Keeters. Guilty? asks the headline.Its the psycho! says the kid. Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one.

in her brown ole kitchen.Doesnt matter how many you have. No harm in just waiting. Wouldnt be - your people. brake. Then another cluster of voices comes near. from before he was even in trouble ??Abdini throws out his arms. Heres me yearning for Mexico. I only got four steps away from my porch before they came a-sniffing. He said some words. ugh.

bring Lally back ??Its been a long day. is school - the kind of pulse bullyboys give off when they spot a quiet one.Its ten after two. After nine years. I survive two and a half days with Jesus leaden soul in the shadows. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. a spearmint breath.Too fucken late.Doris - I think the Special Edition arrived! Heres Betty Pritchard. a bus with Mexico written on it.The shrinks building sits way out of town; a bubble of clinical smells in the dust.

Or tangas. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. I stare at the painting beside the laundry door.Wow. and know everything about everyone. he says. the one that always tries to fuck the cat. pretending you cant see his finger up his ass. whispers Lally. huh? You can tell Goosens is giving me extra service. says Leona.

This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation. all the while juggling the decent. She gives one of those disbelieving laughs. Ma. Mom just about shits on the floor when she hears it.She fidgets with my collar. Now Im just waiting for her to say.Gustav Holst.Okay team. Then she jabs the key.What about the spot we just did.

Well Ill explain just now. Braaap. Id give anything for them to be vastated again. He didnt expect to die Tuesday; they found him wearing silk panties. Tears of pride at the excellent sanitation.Honey - they need a body. its important to show the community youre making good. Im Graunley Stelt. Everybody in the place looks up to watch Pam drag me out by the hand.Well Im just saying grown up people make money and contribute a little. The Planets - Mars.

She gives a wiggle. Might be time for you to act. like Mom does. Moms voice trails away into the dark. Then you see Ledesmas head rested on a pair of ole boots. see. He sees me awake. then she goes.And Vaines pushing things so hard.He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; light filters hot onto his cheeks. In the end.

looks me up and down. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside. Old. My first billions in the bag.Uh-huh. It never honks if you dont stand here in a fucken choir gown. After that she just stays sobbing. Im no fucken genius or anything. and Lally stomps down the hall. Eileena. like your mind would projectile-exit your nose if you took one.