compost:
Clyde Dickerson, I was lot without you. *dedicates Faithfully to you one last time*
outcome:
compost:
Clyde Dickerson, I was lot without you. *dedicates Faithfully to you one last time*
outcome:
Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.