Wordy word words

Inspiration for my lagging Carcosa chapter, and a new short story!

Words for Dreams: 1020
Words on short: 1120

The short needs a title. Right now it's something like "Wacky Undead Adventures in the House of Rising Sun." Somehow I don't think that's what editors want to see in their slushpiles. Well, I'd laugh, but I'm a freak that way.

There is a house in New Orleans/they call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl/ and me, oh lord, I'm one

Music to write to: Susannah Keith's "House of the Rising Sun" ad nauseum, my bluesy chick-rock mix CD, and Tom Wait's Small Change.

"I pity the fool that tries to blow up my gymnasium now!"

God, I love the Onion.

Peck admitted that their escape plan might be too crazy to work, acknowledging the possibility that he will be punched in the face during the escape. He also noted that stacks of cardboard boxes might break the falls of the military personnel thrown into the air by the A-Team's explosives.