You can do pretty much anything to a corpse within reason, kick it and it won't bleed, bruise or swell up. The skin can tear though, don't make the skin tear. After a few days it'll be hard enough that the fat doesn't leak out, but still, you don't want the skin to tear.
You could use a type of spirit gum or even duct tape if you had to mend the skin, it's a lot like patching a leather couch. Just make sure you keep the skin clean before applying or it could get messy and look poorly done. You don't want it to look messy, you want it to look nice and clean.
August 24, 2012
August 19, 2012
Flotsam
I am floating in an ocean.
The depths are alien and entirely immeasurable.
It is dark and I am alone.\
The waves rock me, lulling me into sweet oblivion/.
The saltwater sting in my eyes is the only thing I feel amidst the cold and numbness of my prostrate body/ .
Floating along, floating a(L)one.
BOBBING UP AND DOWN/.//.
S0ul served chilled.
Stiffened limbs akimbo. Mouth agape.
Deadening.
/\Waves slowly churning-mouth fills with foam and seaweed.
I am euphoric with the cleansing.
The black calm.
I just lay there.
I just lay there.
I lay \there drifting and my hair tangles
,gets caught in my
eyelashes .
The depths are alien and entirely immeasurable.
It is dark and I am alone.\
The waves rock me, lulling me into sweet oblivion/.
The saltwater sting in my eyes is the only thing I feel amidst the cold and numbness of my prostrate body/ .
Floating along, floating a(L)one.
BOBBING UP AND DOWN/.//.
S0ul served chilled.
Stiffened limbs akimbo. Mouth agape.
Deadening.
/\Waves slowly churning-mouth fills with foam and seaweed.
I am euphoric with the cleansing.
The black calm.
I just lay there.
I just lay there.
I lay \there drifting and my hair tangles
,gets caught in my
eyelashes .
August 13, 2012
It's a wonderfully gloomy and rainy day, perfectly suiting my mood and perfect for sleeping but I can not. Today is the 15 year anniversary of the death of my father. My dad...What do I really do or say anymore? Last year on Father's Day I sat on the bed of his tombstone implanted flat into the ground and screamed at the sky, flailing and beating my fists into the ground wondering why this had to happen to him? To me? Why had he done what he did? I don't blame him though, I can't how could I?
You left your little girl here. I'm still here, I'm still your little girl and I haven't really grown up and I'll never grow up without you.
You left your little girl here. I'm still here, I'm still your little girl and I haven't really grown up and I'll never grow up without you.
August 6, 2012
Feverish Infatutation
You're Christ-like to me with your youth and beauty
lips that curve slightly at the corners when you see me
ocean-blue eyes open so wide and suddenly I feel alive
you stare into my soul and with a look you get me high
lips that curve slightly at the corners when you see me
ocean-blue eyes open so wide and suddenly I feel alive
you stare into my soul and with a look you get me high
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