The Smell of Meat All over Me
I regained fresh by attaching the dead. I wanted the process to be something big and something remained, so I let my eccentricity run free and used my last strength to laugh. At last, I became so small that you could swallow me down.
In your stomach, unquenchable regret made me a frog, and I took the golden ball in the pond back to the hands of the princess. But she slammed me to the ground, turning me into a tadpole with arms and legs. I don’t know whether I should swim or crawl. But I’m happy with who I was.
the rocky horror picture show