so i just want to start off this post by admitting that i have made more money lately through less than honorable means than i do working a shift at my normal job. Only further proof that we get more than we deserve.

Now have any of you actually seen a corpse? I dont mean the thing they put in a casket for the funeral service. That for all intensive purposes to me is nothing more than a doll or humunculus. A corpse is a body that up until recently was living. Now imagine a body that has gone cold, its turning the ever slightest tint of purple. There is no breath as in the moments after mortum capture the perfected nature of serenity. At least it did in her case. She looked calm, sickenly peaceful in the photograph. It was a close up on her face, the photographer had been so tactful so as not to display the vicious damage the car accident had inflicted on her fragile body. There she was, a woman who i had loved for over five years, dead. It was alien. It was imperceivable strangling strangeness that i had once held that mound of flesh as a demigod. That would be the last day i would ever see her depicted in this reality. She hasn't left my dreams since I learned of her demise. She comes as though unperturbed by her physical absence. It is satisfyingly cruel and barbarously benevolent in the same breath. My subconscious is wracked with her latent energies trying in vain to perpetuate a person that is no more. I have taken to sleeping significantly less.