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Floral Aromatica Straight from the

jungle

Hello, Mr. Moon.

You might be asking yourself, what is this lady doing?

Well, I'll tell you.

I'm a gravedigger.

And basically that means I don't smell very good.

So, Mr. Moon, listen up. I don't want to be like one of those people that dies

all alone.

i'd rather die than die that way but no one will come near me because i stink

digging in the dirt with the dead and all so i've decided to

try to make a perfume so that i could mask the smell of death on me and try to

attract a mate

I will never let him go.

Nope, never ever, never ever ever.

There. Now we'll see who smells like corpses.

I'm going to try this perfume out. I'll see if it's going to work. See if it's

going to make him love me.

No one's coming.

You can bury her.

Been a lot of burials like this lately.

Terrible, really. Going alone.

Speaking of... Keep your distance, grave digger.

Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have pre-existing plans.

We could go to the pub and throw back a gin or two. Ma'am. We don't even have to

go to the pub.

Will you just pop into me cabin for a quick ride? Ma'am!

My cabin is literally in the yard, as you know, and I have to... Ma'am! I

cannot and I will not join you in your den of depravity. May the Lord have

mercy upon you as I have.

Well, you can go ahead and piss it. I don't care about you anyway, you dumb

prick. I'll strike your neck with this shovel.

Okay.

We are gathered here today to

commemorate the life of this lady.

She was tall, brown hair,

strong jawline.

She had feelings and parents yeah she had to have had

parents and um well i'm sure that there are many

many people who wish they could have been here today um

it's just me for now and in honor of her life i would like

to take a moment of silence to commemorate her

You are loved.

Rest in peace.

Mr. Moon, do you ever just feel like you're a pale white dot surrounded by an

evasive black nothingness?

I didn't want to say, but between us girls, the gravedigger

was out in the yard this morning digging a new grave and, my lord!

Burns the nose.

Skunk of a girl.

Dump of a girl.

Shame.

I suppose the graves for the dead opera singer. She was so young.

So talented.

So merry.

To the widower.

My wife.

Many knew her as the powerful stage presence she was.

But behind the curtain, she was gentle.

Delicate.

I'm more caring than you could believe. Any word on how she died?

I shouldn't say.

She choked to death on a fishbone.

Had a fancy restaurant after one of her big shows. In honor of her, I want to

play a recording of her most famous song.

Thought love could conquer death, my dear.

But I was wrong.

There was foam everywhere.

Factions and screaming.

Children crying.

Imagine what it does to a child to see such a thing. And now, her

brother. We'll say a few words to commemorate this sudden and tragic loss.

In the many years that I spent gallivanting around town, hawking my

poetry, fraternizing with the gargoyles of the art world, there were times

that I spoiled myself so thoroughly that I wasn't sure that I could feel anything

at all anymore.

And it was my sister.

My little sister.

Always.

Who reminded me that there are some things in life worth more than just

carnal pleasure.

But what matters is the pursuit of something deeper.

The pursuit of love.

And without her, I don't know how I'm going to...

I don't know how I'm going to... I really don't know

who's... God!

Why have you taken my sister?

It's not safe in these woods.

Believe me, I know them well.

Full of wolves.

Anyway, you better let me escort you home then.

Here, let me pull you up. Yes, here.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, no.

It's quite novel.

Oh.

You were going to offer me your hand.

My hand?

Yes.

You want to touch my hand?

I could really use a hand today.

Do you live here?

Yeah, in the yard.

Were you born here?

Yeah, just in the yard.

You have family here?

Yeah, they're in the yard.

They live with you?

No, they're in the yard.

Oh. Yeah.

I see.

So you live alone?

Just for the time being.

It's a choice, really.

I'm betting them off me.

You know, waiting for the right one who's worthy.

May I ask you something?

Don't see why not.

If we were to get you wet, would it strip you of your marvellous...

aura?

No.

Nothing will get rid of it.

What do you ask?

I could use a dip in the ocean.

to strip me of some of today's tears.

And by the look of your face, I thought it might please you as well.

Oh.

Well, I could go for a wash.

But as a lady, I will be keeping my skivvies on.

But of course.

I want to lick your stink.

To taste your foulness.

I want to lather myself in your fluids and smell

that most morbid and ingratiating

air. I want to shower in your rot.

to feast on your fetid bunk.

I want to pick up a piece of your poo

and eat it like

a banana.

I want you forever.

Forever. And ever.

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

Christ, nigga!

I guess you're wondering what this man is doing in me cottage.

Well, I have an update for you. He likes the way I smell.

So much so that we are, you know, consummated.

Hey, how is he putting on clothes?

Wait a minute. What?

What? What? I'm going to die now. I'm going to die now. Well, I never wanted

you to stick around.

By the way, I'm the one who decides when you go.

And that's right now.

So, you can go ahead and scoot.

What is it about you that entrances me so?

I was just putting on your pyjama, darling.

Strafty.

Where I'm from, there's a fire in every chamber.

A scarf around every neck.

cleave from the skin of some poor tiger on the Kenyan plains.

But luxury will not keep the heart warm.

My sister taught me that.

Gravedigger.

My entire life, I have been trying to capture...

the wildness I feel in my heart by the tip of my quill.

And now I meet you, I feel a queer relief

that heaven has already composed my masterpiece.

And one of your poems?

You are everything that my heart has ever

dreamed.

to say you are not a metaphor for beauty.

You are beauty.

You are beauty.

May.

So yeah, I do come from a long line of gravediggers.

And it all started for some unknown reason by my great, great, great

grandmother. And it was actually her that coined the phrase that's been my

family's motto for hundreds of years.

One that I still turn to in any difficult moment.

I must now.

What is it?

Dig deep.

Dig hard.

Never stop digging.

It's poetic.

Yeah.

Will you wear this for me?

And let me love you forever?

Now your finger matches the ring.

Remember I was used to say that the reason why you put the ring on this

finger of your one and only true lover is because the veins from our ear

run all the way up to your

heart.

Tell me, what do you want most in this life?

I will work all of my days to give it to you.

I see all these funerals, yeah?

And what I want more than anything is to die very old in the arms of me lover

who dies at the same moment because that's how much he loves me. He can't

live without me.

And then we are buried in the same grave.

So we'll never be apart, never ever.

And then we get one of them big funerals where we're mourned by tons of people,

especially our many children and their many children

and their many children's children.

My love, I left when you were sleeping. You looked so beautiful, it nearly

killed me. For the past many weeks of love, I have kept a secret locked away,

fearful it would spoil your feelings for me.

My hand quivers now as I confess.

I cannot have children.

But my love, now there is hope.

I've just been accepted in a medical experiment that takes place across the

ocean. The doctors say they may be able to reverse the death inside of me.

I have taken the morning's first vessel with dreams in my heart. I couldn't bear

to tell you, so I had to leave without saying goodbye.

Please forgive me. I cannot plant a seed in you, for all I have are empty shells.

When I return, my satchel full, may we make love to wedding bows.

Wait for me. Tend to these roses. A symbol of our growing love.

X.

Shacking up at the gravedigger is one thing, but now he's off gallivanting on

one of his sex-pervert vacations in Europe.

Apparently, he's getting fertility treatments.

Oh, he's getting fertility treatments, all right. And the nurses are all

wearing leather.

Well, Mr. Moon, they were 177, and still no word from me lover.

Every day I think of offing myself.

And the various methods I could use to do the offing. Noose, mace, oven, go

into a leather colony.

But there's the smallest part of me that can't get me great-great-great-granny's

famous family motto out of my head. Maybe love is about digging deep and

digging hard, even when your shovel hits into a rock or something.

Postcard. Months at sea, I've reached the doctor who will give my loins a

second start.

By now I hope you've got those roses blooming as you've made my heart.

Wait for me.

Oh, what the hell was I thinking, Mr. Moon?

Here my lover left me a bush of roses to care for, and I left him to get all

saggy. I best be studying up on me botany. And I'm making plans to develop

a fertilizer that's gonna help supercharge the rose bush.

Postcard! The doctors make my testes ache.

Shock them, burn them, turn them blue.

These pains are nothing to the one that longs to come inside of you.

And again, and again, and again.

Oh, I love when he writes to me.

Distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

I hope he's impressed by how big the bush is when he gets back into me arms.

Back into me arms.

Postcard. When foolish snobs declare you stink as though that weren't your best

feature, recall my words that special night about my favorite fetid creature.

You are not a metaphor for beauty.

You are beauty.

Postcard. Spearamental miracles have worked and got my seed refreshed.

I'm coming home to you, my love, to thrust in your hot, sticky flesh

down to wash.

Good afternoon.

Such a raindrop.

What? What?

What the?

What the yonder?

Oh yeah.

What that?

You're right. Get the stick. Get the stick!

Come home to me, lover.

Come home to me,

lover.

I come to say it'd be a sad day for you, because your lover, him drone, I see.

I found a finger in the bag there.

What? A finger.

It's in the bag.

It's in the trunk, man.

It's drones.

What? Yeah, man, we keep track of all the shipping log.

We got a finger there. It's right in the bag there.

That's what that is right there.

What?

In the bag?

What? What do you mean in the bag?

He's in the bag.

In the bag.

In the... In the... In the bag.

He's in the bag.

In the bag?

Sir, we've brought you some breakfast provisions.

I have no appetite.

You haven't eaten in a fortnight, sir. We've just brought you little things. A

tea and some starches and sweets.

Bring me the poppy. We're getting worried about you, sir. Don't make me

ask again.

Sir? Dammit, man!

Thought love could conquer death my dear.

But I was wrong.

In the bag In

the bag In the

bag In the bag

Oh.

I don't want to be like one of those people who dies all alone.

I'd rather die than die that way.

Will you wear this form?

And let me love you forever?

If I love her, I will never let them go.

Never ever, never ever ever.

Never stop.

Don't you?

No!

I love you so much, and I will never stop.

From seed to flower is in my power.

Not to be haughty, but why not a botty?

Every seed has its fertilizer.

I just need to figure out yours.

And I will, my darling.

I love you.

Tail can move with body sliced.

Wiggle with its body's life.

The lizard, I think, holds elixir.

This might be my perfect fixer.

A net on a rod.

On a what?

On a rod. She was trying to catch a husband.

She's going to need a bigger net.

Lizards. What?

She was catching lizards by the dozen. Or maybe she's starting a pet store.

Well, she was very excited, practically foaming at the mouth.

Foam everywhere.

Well, if she can't beg a man, why not try a lizard?

Unholy. Unrighteous.

Unsurprising.

Hello there, Mr. Moon. Can you believe I almost gave up on me lover just because

he is currently only a finger?

Fat chance.

Now, how do I get this thing to work?

Sushi method.

Unsuccessful. Meat grinder method.

Unsuccessful. Cheese grater method.

Unsuccessful. Twist it till it hurts method.

Unsuccessful, but we're getting closer.

Syringe method.

Successful.

Oh, this will work, me love.

I can feel it.

Tonight's the night.

I can't wait for you to come home.

Oh my gosh, you're going to wrap your arms around my body and say you love me

and say you need me. And then we can make babies and then we can... Oh, get

it together, man.

We have work to do.

If this lizard elixir works, it will make your body grow out of your

fingers!

And it will, my darling.

I will find a way.

Just a few more tweaks to go.

Hmm?

What?

Yes? What is it, love?

I'm sorry, darling. I don't really understand what you're trying to say.

Didn't your mother never tell you the point of nobody?

Why don't you go on and shove it up your nub?

I'm sorry I told you to shove it up your nub. That wasn't very nice of me.

It's just been a long day.

I didn't mean anything by it.

still pointing at me?

I call a truce and you keep pointing at me?

Don't you think I'm stupid?

Quit it! You're pestering me!

Oh, God, I miss you.

Even fighting with you is heavenly.

I want it all with you, baby.

Bickering in the kitchen, late-night fights.

I really friggin' wish you would stop pointing at me and just be happy. before

me. I've gone through all this work for us and it's not enough for you.

I'm going to bed to put on me jammies. I hope you find your way to bed okay.

Boy!

Stop!

You've been a very bad finger.

And bad little fingers must be punished.

Bo-dy.

Bo-dy.

Bo-dy.

Bo-dy.

Oh, a body!

Of course!

What did I think of that?

Shall it be a man to match his sturdy chest?

Should it be a lady? But then you've got the breasts.

Should it be an older gent for organs more mature?

Oh, shit.

My love.

I only wish it could be me.

Oh, to be buried in a blanket of dirt.

By George, I've got it.

Would it be mad to take up your dead sister and use her body for your return?

I can see some would think you're perverse.

But the truth is, she's gone.

But you, you still have life in you. I know it. I've seen it.

And I think your sister would want to let you live, right?

You always say she was about love and everything.

And besides, any reasonable sister would allow me to use her corpse.

Why yes, naturally.

Forgive me.

Welcome to the workshop.

On behalf of your brother, we would like to thank you again for your generous

donation.

Um, you're looking a little chilly, so I'm just going to go ahead and cover you

up with this little sheet here.

And you really do resemble your brother, especially your...

Phew.

The reason why you put the ring on this finger of your one and only true lover

is because the veins right here run all the way

up to your heart.

The lizard can regrow its tail.

So, if I reverse the current, The tail will regrow the lizard, so to

speak. Let's give it a go!

Dave Digger.

Oh, Mr. Mooner got me lover back into a body.

But I do think the trauma of him dying might have bruised up his personality a

bit. He doesn't quite seem like himself.

Nothing a bit of rehab won't fix.

Good morning, darling.

You look beautiful.

Just finishing a thought here. I'll be right with you. Make yourself cozy.

Good.

Yes,

that's strawberry.

Yeah, you're fine for it.

Good job, Lama.

It's enough now love, that's for you.

It's not for me, it's for you.

Thank you love.

But it's not for me, that's for you. I made that one for you.

Good evening, young sir.

Yes. We come bearing news.

Terrible news.

What is it? The gravedigger was seen digging up your dead wife. We're just

dying to know what happened.

She dragged the body to her workshop.

like a stranger.

Oh that's it darling.

I've wished these long, painful hours.

Oh.

How dare you!

Pussy.

He's got away again.

Can you imagine getting brought back from the dead by your beloved only to

piss off into the wood?

What would make someone do that for?

What if he's leaving because he wants a different kind of lady?

But he said he would love me forever.

I don't think I could handle it if he didn't love me anymore.

I really don't think I could handle it.

It is his fault I feel this way.

Ever since I had him, His love has been like a fish out of water, wriggling in

me hands trying to break free.

I ought to bash his head in to stop the wriggling, right?

But in all seriousness, Mr Moon, when I do find him, he is going to need to be

restrained.

Gently, of course, but firmly also, exceptionally firmly, just until he

starts acting like himself again.

And when I do find him...

Never ever.

I cannot hear you too well. There must be water in my ears.

I can feel it swishing around in there, like my brain is going for a swim.

I am medically blind without my

glasses, so I cannot see you either.

But whoever you are, you must come in for a swim.

The water is marvelous.

before me.

It's only me?

You have taken my love's peace.

It's not your love, it's my love.

Gravedigger. You gave up on your love, I didn't.

Love, love can't conquer death.

I think there's a stick in the water.

It has just hit me in the cock.

Let me make this stick out of the way.

What a delightful surprise you are. Go on and kill me. I made a promise to me

lover and I'll never break it. Never ever.

You leave me no choice.

It gives me no pleasure to speak of his lifestyle.

What are you on about?

There were no fertility treatments.

Here's 12 bastards by different women.

I don't know who these women is, but what we had is real.

Yeah, we are swimming.

Don't make me tell you more.

Liar! That was a line you repeated at parties.

Award every newly flowered cousin or niece.

You are not a metaphor for beauty.

Beauty. You are beauty.

You are beauty.

Beauty. You are beauty. You are beauty.

Beauty. You are.

I loved you.

I'm so glad I'm dead so I don't have to smell you anymore.

Rest in puke, Gravedigger.

Believe me, Gravedigger, we both wish you were dead.

And once you reverse that demonic spell you've cast on her body, I may grant

that wish.

Out for a walk. Lovely day.

Just... out for a ride.

Good. Lovely.

Good.

Please be with you.

Hallelujah!

Now that

you are dead, there's something...

should said.

I'm part his finger, part her body, part the lizard,

new and naughty.

And I want you to join me.

Father! Father! News of necrophilia, Father.

She's been indecent.

With the corpses.

Oh, my God, Roman, you've found us two creatures.

Piss off.

Go on then.

That brave bastard.

Go on, do me in.

I used to be a brave bastard myself.

I've never run from a fight.

Never once in my life have I ever stood down.

I would have killed a thousand men for her. I would

have died.

Just for her! Not once more!

I would have rolled in the mud!

I would have...

It feels like... It feels like...

It feels like... The days are long and the sky is black.

Yes.

Me bruised and bloody heart's been cracked.

Yes.

I'll miss you so much, I wish you was dead.

Yes.

Dead in me heart and dead in me head.

Yes.

So take me shovel and dig me hole.

Yes.

And bury me body and bury me soul. Yes.

Until I bring you back to life.

What? I'll keep the pledge made as your wife.

To love you forever and ever and ever.

I suppose that's the difference between you and me.

Death has knocked me to my knees and I haven't the courage to stand again.

Me notebook.

Huh? They must have stole it from me workshop when I knocked them out there

earlier.

Postcards from me lover?

You are not a metaphor for beauty.

You are beauty.

That's how he knew what me lover said.

He read it in the postcard.

Widower was lying.

Lying so I would do what he said.

Love deep.

Love hard.

Never stop loving.

Damn it, pervert!

Mr. Moon, oh, I can feel the judging eyes of me grandmom, me great-grandmom,

and all the way up to the very first gravediggers.

And while I was wasting time with the widower, I just know me love has

returned home to me cottage.

Oh, Mr. Moon.

Love is an education.

God, can you hear your message? I feel it.

I feel it deeply within me.

We ought to kill that grave digger is what I'm hearing. I'm hearing a message

like, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Don't be the grave digger. She'd be desecrating the community, digging up

the corpses, motherfucking the corpses.

Ghostbuckers! Ghostbuckers!

Ghostbuckers! Ghostbuckers! Ghostbuckers! That's what's going on. At

some point, you're going to die.

Kill her! That's system's law!

the fish because she took god's word and she gets fired oh no a rock is in me

workshop break that door down break that door down right now

I thought love could conquer death, my dear.

But I was wrong.

Or maybe I was right.

For love!

So handsome.

So brave. So available.

Kill the granddaddy!

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I've roamed around and seen a few.

The only one I want is you.

I'll love you with my dying breath.

Without you, life is waking death.

Good God,

he's really in there. By sewing on a stolen part, I'll give our love a second

start.

I'll leave you two alone.

Good day.

I took the lively life from you

and halted every fidget.

Now I will make you just like me, a corpse with a new digit.

Yes you are old, you can't go back

to start.

You better get practicing if you want those lips to pop.

Cause you got everything.

You've got everything.

Yeah, you've got everything.

I was a witness and some imitation of yourself.

That's where I got the gist.

And if you can't smile, I know you can't kiss.

Still, you got everything.