A lesbian picked me up the other day. But then, well, she's a lesbian. She liked me for my mind or something.
What I smell like when I stride off to my doctor's on foot because the taxi came late: A well fertilised rose garden outside an Ishka store.
Edited, Mar 30th 2013 10:38am by Aripyanfar
I don't think that reverance or respect for the dead needs the dead to be hidden from sight completely. It is the attitude that you bring, as a witness to a dead body, that matters, not the display and witnessing of a dead body, per se.