When the dead rot, it stinks.  I’m not saying that decaying flesh smells “slightly bad.” This is a terrible smell: one that can keep you awake at night. Sure, formaldehyde works, but Christ, that shit stinks too.  If you use the stuff, you are pretty much guaranteed to start smelling like a grave. I’m all for rolling around in arterial slime, but I also like Sunflowers perfume and that sweet sugar cookie body oil. 

Sitting on my thrown with my thinking cap on is one of my favorite pastimes. This is my official “alone time.” I don’t want to be bothered or have any noise disturbances of any kind. On the days when I need to think hard, I don’t even allow my Human Foot Stool to come in with me (he’s completely devoted). I believe everyone needs space, especially when your life revolves around your work. For normal women, a warm bath is what satisfies their aching for mental stability. I do like blood baths, but I find them to be more ritualistic. Sometimes I need a release, and that’s when I find myself with the large metal door shut, turning the chain saw fans on for static noise. I place my thinking cap on my head, put my feet on the stirrup bars, and sink into my throne.