The Failure of my Flesh

I used to like my body, to appreciate what a wonderful biological machine it was.  Hands, feet, spine, legs...  I liked movement...

Not so much now.

I'm in a skin prison, and waiting for parole.  I want to get the fuck out of this place where everything aches so much and so much has gone south on me.

Wish it were as easy as it is in the picture...