the world is decorated with dead things.
this morning i ran over something with my car. it was a rabbit, i think, but i didn't stop to check. i don't think rabbits have family waiting for them back in their burrows. 15 minutes later, i consider turning back around because i heard the lucky rabbit foot market is booming. but i decide against it, because i'm a skeptic and i'd rather not get mixed in with that crowd anyway.
so instead i focus on anticipating my next car crash. i can already hear the jar of scavenger beetles i keep in the glove compartment of my car swarming with excitement. my friends hate when i talk about human decay, but we make excellent compost.
it's nice to give back to nature. billions of corpses, and those are just the human ones.
there's a dead cat that helped apple trees grow in your grandma's backyard. the soil in the potted plant in your 9-5 job's office has remains of someone's pet iguana. but that's okay.
dead things are not all bad. the world is decorated with dead things.
my neighbor had a deer head he took to a taxidermy specialist. you think it's creepy, but it's got sentimental value to it. i have a dead green beetle in a matchstick box in my desk drawer. dead things are beautiful.
a 2 tonne truck crashed into my car. that was 2 days ago. there's scavenger beetles under my eyelids and maggots in my mouth. i am a blue bloated thing.
i am not beautiful, but i am dead. and dead things are beautiful.
