I Dreamt Jennifer Aniston

was on the box of Lucky Charms. She was wearing green leotards. So she would look like a leprechan. She did. And she was only sexing it up a little. That subtle Aniston way. But she had died. And she was in her open coffin. She was covered in Lucky Charms. But the good parts. The little colorful moons and stars and four leaf clover and horseshoes and whatever else is in there I forget it's been a while. Not the good for you parts. And boxes of Lucky Charms with her on the box were placed all around the funeral parlor. A big fucking advertisement. And I felt so terrible for her. I hope she finds the Pot of Gold. I do. Is is really Brad Pitt's testicles as the media says? Some sort of Eurydice in the Underworld narrative that goes on and on in tabloidia forever. I dreamt this because I think I saw you at Walmart at the express checkout. Well, maybe you saw me. But I didn't realize you were watching me. Until I dreamt I guess. Oh girl. Chasing that magic cock again. Right on the cover of magazines. I mean Vince Vaughn. John Mayer? You're a pretty girl. But now you're starting to scare me. Do you know about The Boggle, Jenn? We have a cocksucking widows group. Would you like the brochure?