8:31 p.m. - Sun enters 02� Taurus, Anno IVxvii
No to Necro
A body laid to waste, and though I wanted so bad to admire the sweet curves of her once soft flesh, I hesitate. These meager joys bring no fruit, so burn the tress from the roots. Enough of thes triffles, I'm moving to better things. Close the casket, and drive the nails, lay back down the dead, moving away from the grave, before it gets to be too late for shame.

It never stays the same...