dead Bodies

   Dead bodies; something of great facination to me. i love them they are why we exsist today with some cures to major illnesses and disease's i can't hide my passion for them, i love to study them, i guess all of the pshycological disturbances i've had since i was very young lead me to a strange hobby; decomp of a body the bugs inside of the dead; the tissue dissolvement; i will never ever be "normal"
maybe if my parents ever really got me help, i would want to look inside of people, or go outside every day just to find something dead and try to figure out its COD. everyone thinks i'm nuts for such a passion for something thats so gross; so my passion remains elusive. i say tattooist; or muscian; maybe artist?
but really in life all i want to do is crack open a body and peek around, find a cure; look for disease; study and prevent. i'm never phased by a man looking up at me from a cold metalilc table; i'd love to watch an autopsy
i've had this dream since i was twelve; i always saw a brillant girl looking at a body, fishing around, with a radio near by her to help her concentrate; my preferance of course would be Van-Halen...
i always giggle thinking about this chill girl; flipping over a new body comming into her morgue. and smileing going "YAY" i want to find weird diseases; rare things, from bodies, taxidermy them and place them on a shelf if its legal, well it'll stay in the morgue for referance and or oddities, i think everyone would see a girl in Chuck Taylors or vans, tight skinny jeans put up with a tight t-shirt; my hair up in a clippy and go to work with my scalpal.