#fitting I suppose... when the rest of my skeleton is crumbling that plastic and metal will still be there

[clonerightsagenda]

That being said, if I could choose what to bind my soul to in order to hold myself on this mortal plane, I'd choose a beloved childhood paperback. If we're working off the rules where you end up stuck to something you've sunk a lot of emotional energy into unfortunately it'd probably be my fucking jawbone. At least I could bite people posthumously.