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the microbes. they are chanting to me from the dirt

Prettiest girl in the morgue

Prettiest face in the psych ward

There's something so lovely about the idea of decomposing. A sort of poetry that comes with returning to the earth. Moss taking over my skin, vines tangling into my bones, flowers growing from the nutrients in my blood, animals using me to feed their young. I hope after I die I get to haunt a spot where the forest meets the sea so that I can ominously stand looking over the ocean. I am also content with Haunting a large woods filled with animals that I can spend eternity running with. Life is so beautiful but I feel death will be just as beautiful in its own strange way.

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity

I feckin' love teeth. I need dis, like, yesterday.

a dental typodont made with a full set of 32 human teeth

I'm a strong, independent bog monster.

I'm a strong, independent bog monster.

I'm a strong, independent bog monster.

but did they have to make coffins look so comfy?