New Mates

The Adoration of the Golden Calf by Nicolas Poussin
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=475193 (Public Domain)

Just the other day 

we were celebrating rotting flesh. 

We used the carcass as a sex toy. 

My goodness, THE SMELL!

Mate, I'm telling you, it was unimaginable. Virtually unbearable.
But not indefinitely so. 

You eventually stop noticing the stench. You start to grow accustomed to it. 

Even embrace it. 

It's you after all: flesh and bones. 

Just a little more empty. 

A little more dead.

 

I was dying, and I liked it.

But that was then.

We're becoming less discerning.
Nobody likes us.

The walls are closing in. 

There will be backlashes in response.

It's human nature. 
But don't get involved with that stuff. 

Chin up mate. Everything is going to plan.

I know, I know I keep saying it, 

but honestly. 

Everything is going to plan!

SI