Review of The Act of Seeing with One's Own Eyes by Misshapen_Steed

one day I too will be a stinking rotting putrefying mass of flesh and guts and brains and fluids laying quietly on the cold steel table while Billy and Jim talk about last night's game as they cut me open
chuckling from their banter they deposit me in different bags and sinks and repositories they clock out for the night and go to the bar to have a few beers the guy filming us also leaves resting quietly in my little box while the rest of me washes away. toe tags.