In my heart
I hear the voice of the desert
Its sandy winds, its burning sun, its cool dark nights
my bleached bones will lie there
and my soul will be happy.
@egypturnash I was... kinda hoping I'd get to use them for soup stock. :|
You know, if you went first and/or it became necessary to kill you. I figure the latter would most likely be some kind of apocalypse-aversion scenario or something; it's not really on my to-do list or anything.