what is life but a slow decay? it is dawn. you wake up, from your short death. a taste of what is to come. you rearrange a glorified coffin. you look dead. you are sallow and your eyes are sunken. you dunk your face in water, you cake on makeup, you are a painted corpse. your lipstick is 5 years old, 3 years expired. it has moulded to the shape of your lips. is there danger in using something expired if you, too, are expiring?