kurt cobain had flown down into the pits of hell, rescued me, and now we sat in utter darkness.

nearly nothingness.

are we still in hell?

no.

are we in Heaven?

no.

are we ok?

no.

do you know whats going on?

yes.

are you going to tell me?

no.

do i have to figure it out?

no.

do you think i can figure it out?

no.

it was a thick darkness. like gravity was heavier.

and still somewhat liquidy.

like you were underwater

but not that heavy.

like if you were a slow fish.

are we in limbo?

no.

did rock and roll just save my soul?

that broken girl

i would like to thank you on behalf of ashley for being so nice to her during her birthday week.

especially all the nice gals and girls who wrote her emails of love as she turned the big two one.

tony is a swell guy but since he’s in hell things have been sorta tough for the daisy princess.

theres nobody to model sexy lingerie for, theres no one to watch nba hoops with, theres no one to make midnight mcdonalds runs with for that bed time McFlurry.

of course ashley has been dating some of the eligible bachelors of orange county but no one is like our pal tony.

these guys bathe and shave and brush their teeth and sport the latest fashions, but theyre not him.

they have cars, and high paying jobs, and savings accounts and credit cards, but theyre not our dead friend.

we hats know what turn on the young girls, and sometimes it might be something as simple as a gentle touch, a massage or a backrub before or after a passionate session of making the bed shake.

so since she has been without that for more than a month, your emails of fond wishes hit her in the right place.

so thank you kind people.

thank you.

thank you.

madpony

someone slipped into my cave and tapped me on the shoulder.

suddenly i heard alarms go off and terrible bashing sounds. then an earthquake.

i was pulled up by the hair and began soaring.

all i could see was blonde hair dyed with red.

he held me in one arm and flew while shooting a shotgun at the demons that came at us from all angles.

one gruesome creature ripped at a wing and got it good.

we fell.

we landed on a molten lava flow and i saw it was kurt, he reloaded his shot gun and stood in front of me and picked off one guy after another.

heads popped off one by one.

infact what was freaky was that kurt only aimed at the heads and hit nearly every one with each shot.

when he ran out of bullets he shot a stream of webbing from his wrist, picked me up and swatted the second round of demons with a stratocaster that he wore against his back.

we soared higher and higher, he bit the top off of what looked to be a hand grenade and dropped it and within a second, less than a second even, it exploded and the energy lifted us up fast

and soon we were in absolute darkness.

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