This scary Rasputin-ey looking guy on MySpace wants to be my friend. I never automatically add anyone to MySpace anymore, so as usual I looked at his site first. Good thing! Read on!
12 Apr 2007 12:25
OBITUARY
Our dear Father and protector, the poet known as Pretty Deep Like Pudding, has expired. He was found under the drawbridge at the Kastle in Sofia Bulgaria, his mouth stuffed with a substance the locals call Skyflakes. In his hand was a wrench and his veins were liquefied by a substance that the gardener called Purple Jesus.
The Kastle where his body was found is rumoured to be the headquarters of an international gang led by Mustafio, his uncle and a number of henchmen and women. Pudding has been on their trail for some time. It is rumoured that Pudding was about to discover the true secret of chilli and Mustafio’s hold over impressionable young women..
Old Chen, Gerda and Abe Heller are suspects in the death of Pudding. The local police don’t want to know. We suspect they have been paid off. Pudding’s poetry will live on and we, his loving family, expect to post several poems of his over the next few years.
Damn you Mustafio. Damn you.
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