Have you ever heard of such a term?
Quite gross if you think about someone collecting finger and toenails as a souvenir from a serial killer.
But who I am to question what is art to some and a meaningful reminder to others?
I should have kept something from the Doctor but I prefer pop art.
Thursday, a dark cloud is rolling into my city.
The last time he shared space near me; many things died and a flood occurred in a hundred year flood zone.
Literally, not figuratively, little animals fell out of trees and died and I was useless to save them.
But that was in another life.
I do not know how I feel about it now since I am undead and the world is a cruel beast I am no longer apt to save.
I am free from those things now.
Things like empathy, care, and sadness.
What rips through my heart now is an uncontrollable urge to ignore all that once touched me.
This dark cloud is coming my way and I do not want to see the storm.....
Even the undead can not out run the past.....