-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.20 Sep 2003

[An extract from "Disabled Living: A hands-on guide to life without legs" by Ian Crushed]

Chapter 1 - Lotion

Lotion, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-ti-on: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to rest, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Ti. On.

Lotionless limbs left out to dry, as life gives way to husk. Disabled glands secrete mere dust, and slowly the body roasts. I can barely engage my harness for want of lubrication. For want of that precious lacquer. For want...

of lotion.