You want something to chatter about? You want something to chew on in your filthy mouths and regurgitate into the sopping wet hearing orifices of your so called friends? Well, you'll get all you want and more. As long as its still funny, as long as the corpse is prettied, the erupted arteries covered up with clownish gaudy makeup, the rough, crushing stain of the rope concealed like a hickey in the casket. The only remedy for pain is disguise. As this mask slowly chips away, I wonder whose pain I've been remedying.

Bit by bit, the little flakes
Fall away from that ugly face