hidden behind pictures of ghosts. forgotten for the moment. their gray bodies, restless inside like those who walk past them.
All that forgotten beauty bottled up in a jar - ready to be applied. held onto for madness' sake.
do you believe in their new body?
around each corner on every floor another one hides, is hidden more bodies dead than living, and pretty soon the house of urns will become just another home.
eyeless. earless. armless. legless. brainless. loveless. but put altogether, like good decent people.
they are all perfect people, now all of them.
pick out your jar today, plan ahead buy low sell high