#corpsefucker dan

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The corpsefucker thing was supposed to be a joke, and yet Dan Cain never misses a chance to disappoint me.

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GODDAMMIT DAN

If you find your family, don't you cry In this land of make-believe, dead and dry You're so cold, but you feel alive Lay your hand on me one last time 

Show me how it ends it's alright Show me how defenseless you really are satisfied and empty inside Well, that's alright, let's give this another try

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Tame-seeming excerpt from the NEW Creepiest Thing I’ve Ever Written, taking the crown from “Herb fantasizes about being vivisected”:

On the way to Meg's funeral, Dan realizes he's never seen her asleep. She never stayed over, and if anyone nodded off it was him. He imagines her softly dreaming, a Sleeping Beauty or Snow White waiting for him to brush a kiss against lifeless lips yet again. Anticipation thrums in his veins; the cellophane of her bouquet creaks in his grip as Herbert illegally parks the station wagon in the church's fire lane. Of course, Dan's forgotten that it's to be closed casket. For good reason.

Yes, I’m actually doing this. It’s almost finished. Codename “Sick Puppy.”