dreaming woman

 Looking down on your own corpse is a strange thing. You see yourself, but it isn't you, is it? It's a shell. An empty shell that that fucking prick that killed you is still messing with. Now what's he doing? Cutting off a piece of your leg? Eating it? Disgusting. Yes, this job is every synonym of disgusting and then some. Surgeons think they have it hard? They should try having to see yourself dead at least once a month because one of your clients couldn't help themselves. You've warned them plenty about the consequences of hurting you, yet they're too psycho to take the warnings to heart. Then, after they kill you, you have to wait around in their shitty houses as some ghost thing that came out of your mangled corpse in the corner until your brother decides to clone you again. After you finally come back to the living, you have to manage to track down the fucker that killed you in the first place and then kill him for killing you. There goes another client. You have to find another fucking serial killer to replace him, or you have to just deal with a one-time murderer that'll break in a week, then you have to find another one, and another one, and another hopeless sap! How much do I gotta pay to have a client that won't go rebellious after a year or two and try to kill me?! Can't I get one sane serial killer? Just one? Please?! That'd make my life so much easier! I'm swooning just thinking about such a loyal client. Drooling over it, really.. Such a nice thought..