AN SKELETON POP OUT

an skeleton pop'd out.

out the closet, damn

the bastard. even after his death, he still troubles me. isn't the first time someone almost see him.

for years i've been planing in how to take him out of here and dumping him elsewhere, but i cant.

i just cant.

is strange, but i'm more attached to him now than i were with him alive. Oh, i have to keep him around, close to me!

his white skull, his dead hands so beautiful like pure unspoiled ivory!!

and his skull, i hated him for so many years, i would get sick of just looking at his fat face in a picture, but now...
now its gorgeous! the hollow dead eyes! the perfect and silent symmetry!

its flawless.

Its pure art.

so i keep him close to me, so i can look at this masterpiece everyday, until the day i die...

and if his skelleton keep popping out, i will just get it and store again...and again...and again...