The grinning and bearing it has been going on for weeks. The sound makes everything rustle, and lets nobody sleep. If I bear the worst of it, I bear the worst of it, and then my stomach grows strong. But my insides are too long.

He likes the hiss of the T.V., to help him sleep at night. Its undead glow gets covered by its blanket tied on tight. They say this is a fire hazard, but who really gives a shit about that? When saving on cremation fees, I think that’s where he’s at.