cotten

O so I spent the day plucking flowers in an unsown graveyard, so I'm not quite sure how I feel. After all that was trampled, all that was broken, it was a bountiful day. Sun out, warm, breezy, the living as hungry as ever. So insatiable -- when will all these bloated people finally be full? Fortunately, they were not plucking flowers today. I perambulated as I fucking pleased...
All there is to do now is wait for these flowers to rot (not that I'd want it any other way) and for the wildflower field to fill with bones...