6:55 p.m. - 2008-02-20
sh(I)t
Past the tainted silicon flesh, I am bare. With countless, lacerations, covering up and just that. Decomposed skin, melt into the sinew. The only thing more horrid is the lie used to mask this heap of shit, pilling up, underneath.

After it dissolves, I am found--alone. Only I, behind this mask.