Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity.

In two we have begotten our desserts and transform.

As we become food for the earth and for the rats.

I never forget a face and this time I'm taking names - this time I'm...

Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.

The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours.

My dying image, my innards are ripped

and picked away by my