Boils us down to freeze-dried jerky. Never to decompose. Floating forever - Until we burn up. In some atmosphere somewhere. If we forgot to exhale? Lungs simply explode. No bueno for Earthlings of any species. This? This is the weaving that follows nachos, Late at night. "Folly A La Cryptid." /3

When my darker halves emerge - Ripping forth from sallow, Pale, Rolls of fat. Stretch marks of white & purple, Sans any feeling. Exeunt. More morbid jokes - For the Scholars 800 years from now. If we don't make like Venus - Before 2100. Used to cut into my stretch marks, /4