I'm Not A General Or

When The Entire World Is Built On Death And Horror, When Existence Is A Constant State Of Panic, It's Hard To Get Worked Up About Any One Thing. Specific Fears Have Become Irrelevant. We've Replace Them With A Smothering Blanket Far Worse.

...and We'll See What Happens When We Say Yes While This Rigor Mortis World Screams No.

Soft Flesh Is Eaten By Hard Teeth.

Breathing Is Optional, But I Need Some Air.

It's A Strange Feeling, Being So Utterly Surrounded By Her. Her Life Scent Is On Everything. She's On Me And Under Me And Next To Me. It's As If The Entire Room Is Made Out Of Her.