On the way home, someones got to give in,. it's so useless, to drag it out this long,. take your position baby, the opposition of me,. because there's no way I will change.
Between the deceased eyeball's crystalline lens and. retina. A clear gel-like mass that constitutes 80% of the eye. This volume of lubricious fluid is named vitreous.
(Original by Townes Van Zandt). . Livin' on the road, my friend. Was gonna keep you free and clean. But now you wear your skin like iron. And your breath as hard as kerosene.
I may never sleep knowing you're out there,. crack a smile so i know you still care,. me and your window, why it never closed,. staying til i couldn't say goodnight.
The tepid carcass examinately reclines on my table. Its peculiar muscular activity, rigor mortis, works in. my favor. Determining PMI through rigid, bone-cracking means.
Somebody screaming on Jim Jeffries' dreams. Explode into a black fist. He falls to the floor. He stares up at the sky. And he may wish he knew why. But you can't go back there no more.
Carbonized extremities cooked and charred. Burst organs jellified simmering in boiling lard. Smoking slab of blackened burnt meat. Scent of immolation, sickeningly sweet....
I can't stop to linger, I can't control my fingers. And everyday is like one step closer and I can't explain. Right now I think I'm about, to waste. A day without a clue.
(Original by The Turtles - written by Warron Zevon ). . You can try to please me. But it won't be easy. Stone walls surround me. I'm surprised that you even found me.
Before the effluvial corpse is consumed. By gastronomic decay and suppuration. The stiffening husk is surveyed and tested. For suitability of organ donation....
Now I bet you found a lot of new things to do,. I see you smile, we wake at noon. Now I stick around just to know you'll be alright, when I'm fine. I still fell your heartbeat when I pull away.
He's unimaginative at his best but you know that's all right. We like the way he sings. He's unimaginative at his work but we say that that's OK. He's made for better things.
Putrescine and cadaverine. The pungent twins of putridity. Colorless and syrupy. Biogenic amines.... Putrescine and cadaverine. Vapor of ornithine. The stench of death visits me.
There's so many things you don't know about me. The books that I read, the things that I watch. And it's not too unusual to ask my age. Or what's my favorite drink.
She said hey. Smoke at three. Georgia moonlight. It's three a.m.. I've been driving all night. Got a funny air. Red-brown hair. In the porch light. She said 'we're open all night.
When unidentified remains are relinquished to our care. That are so decayed and liquefied as to make diagnosis. quite a chore. When the putrescent canvas of death is teeming with.
It's now or never as we kill the time away. No cent to my name and no claim to fame but. I always thought I'd turn out this way. I'll never burn away.
Poor old granddad, I laughed at all his words. I thought he was a bitter man. He spoke of women's ways. He said they'll trap you and they'll use you and before you even know.
Take a message to your head. Stay beside her in the bed. You were so stupid to believe in. Things you couldn't see then make 'em all you want. . If you haven't got the reasons.
Extravasated hemoglobular vitality. Vascular death, hematological finale. The postmortem settling of blood called lividity. A fascinating aspect of PMI morbidity....