From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I Stumbled Upon It
I was driving around the tall grass in the piney woods of east Texas close to Marshall's golf course looking for loose Titleists, Callaways and Nikes when I chanced upon an unmarked, seemingly abandoned cemetery tucked quietly between several houses on a culdesac. Several of the gravesites looked as if someone or something had tried to dig its way out.
Tags: cemetery, necropolis, ghoulish, headstones, abandoned property, graves, gravesites, grave markers, forest, east texas, Marshall Texas, piney woods marquisdejolie
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