It's been....one day since I started this blog and already I feel the stress of such a commitment pulling me apart like a child plucking at that one unwoven sweater string. Like that dear sweater I too shall die by plucky children with their meaningful stares and suspicious curiosity and my less then avid blog will become a lot more less.
Perhaps I could call it "A Less Then Living Blog" when those children finally began their inevitable kill spree. And I would talk about the comforts of my silk satin coffin and the day to day problems of unscratched toes and noses.
And the rotting of course. I will most defiantly discuss when methods I found most productive in dealing with the foul smell. I would hazard a guess that pinching the nasal cavity would be most prudent. But the lack of space and muscle mobility would be a terrible hinderedment.
Hmmm I will think more on the subject.
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