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hiatus. I'm out for another month I guess.
(My ugly things make me ugly. I'll sleep beneith dead leaves and rot into the ground. Soak soil with nitruients born from decay. I'll breathe out spores as the tips of my fingers and toes crumble. I'll deflate into nothing and leave a shell behind. The only legacy I leave will be ruins. Material now but not for any longer.
Skin flakes to dust bunnies.
It will be a magnificent feast for the mites, the vultures and the invisible demons I leave behind.
Maybe I'll be born again.
But I doubt it.)
(My ugly things make me ugly. I'll sleep beneith dead leaves and rot into the ground. Soak soil with nitruients born from decay. I'll breathe out spores as the tips of my fingers and toes crumble. I'll deflate into nothing and leave a shell behind. The only legacy I leave will be ruins. Material now but not for any longer.
Skin flakes to dust bunnies.
It will be a magnificent feast for the mites, the vultures and the invisible demons I leave behind.
Maybe I'll be born again.
But I doubt it.)