Monday, 7 January 2008

Rot

Do not come close to me.
You might dislike the smell.
Do not stay close to me.
You might get sick.

Nobody ever wants to be next to a dead body in decomposition.
The smell is unbearable.

I wish I were a dead body, that way I'd have an excuse for being rotten.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

let us rot together sometime.


i love you.