-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.26 Jan 2004

Me? A husk? A ha ha I wish. No, my behuskéd days are over, long since wither'd away, their dry shavlings scatter'd about the land like dead leaves. No, the years of the Dung Pupa are upon me now; my final stage of metamorphosis before the harsh sands of time slip through my inner-underpant lining, and linger there forever, uncomfortably nestled 'tween the stained cheekes of my rear-bosom ere I become gnarled beyond all recognition.