fetted_and_rotting sabbie the cloying smell pours into my lungs, rotting particles cling to my knees, i am covered in the past i cough, trying to clear my lungs of history, wading through grass taller than myself to find the secrets hidden out here the old dairy bulges with hidden things slimy rotting moving drying husks of secrets brittle enough to break apart at the touch. but even shattered dreams leave residue behind. 020503 ... gatorbabe stewing in my own personal rot, wading in the fetid slime of happenstance 020504 what's it to you? who go blather from