I picked up your broken little body this morning.

And last night.

And your commerades before that.

You all were placed rather ceremoniously into old grocery bags and then marched to the garbage.

Its as much a funeral as any.

You're all desperately trying to get into this shitty little basement while I try and find a feasible way out.

This must be how a celebrity feels...

Not realizing that they have it made

Just clinging to there sanity while every other god damned living thing scratches at their belongings.

All while trying not to get eaten by the cat.