The Munster

There is something in the backseat,

Of this I am quite sure

It is waiting for me to go take a peak,

It’s panting breaths are just a lure!

I am sure it is dark and hairy,

With drool hanging down from it’s mouth

Where it’s sharp, knifelike fangs

Have seen a many salad, I seriously doubt

I am certain it is a he,

For what else could keep their hair in such a state?!?

And I am positive that (any minute now!) he will spring up to his kness

To catch me by surprise, just wait!

But…maybe…he has gone through some life tragedy,

Maybe all he wants is a friend?

So I shalt go back there, just to see….

…

and that is how my life came to an end.

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I was in a car. Watching a distorted movie without sound. And a niose came from the backseat (trunk, actually).

I never did find out what it was. And I was a bit paranoid, because family gatherings do that to people ( i was riding home from two). and Figm took hold. (that's my imagination. i named it Figm.)

so now you have this, freshly or not> popped out from the ingenious head of , aka Aryanda!

it's freaky not knowing how you peoples are. which is also, strangely, inspiring.

i should shut up now.

Aryanda