not knowing, as always, what to do, i turned my steps to look for you and thought i smelled a barbeque they'd cooked for you. the vets was burning animals around the back, they threw me in, and now i'm one with dog and cat. i like my corporeal state, there's nothing living left to break and all my limbs are turning into snow flakes and maybe when we are blown away it'll just be me again without all this crap i picked up along the way.
