Skel

Skel was a human, head of a department of Crown Corporation, until his consciousness was uploaded via Project Eternity. He spends much of his time on the internet composing poems, which are written by cast member Johnny Maloney. He appears in Season 4: Valentine.

## Poems

### Part 3- Caught, Dead, Or Both

*"There has to be something worth saving in ourselves.*

*In between the returning hunger that we adorn with ornaments and art,*

*and train for years to fetishize and idolize,*

*Never leaving for good*

*Always rumbling savagely behind sophisticated pallets.*

*In between the elaborate dances and courtship, the worn out disguises and winding labyrinths*

*We run.*

*Trying to find opportunities to smear our borrowed compounds and elements across each others bodies*

*For a moment of relief from only being neat.*

*In between the hours at a time where the puppeteer decides that it simply has had quite enough of this world,*

*And retreats to a lukewarm half lit fog that it seems to have struggled so fiercely to escape.*

*There are moments of greatness in our hands, Kindness in our eyes and it all seems worth it.*

*When somebody else sings along with you in that very specific way that suggests that everything has a place,*

*But we are so tightly tied to sharp things,*

*things that crowd up against us when we struggles*

*That there is something vulnerable left*

*to scratch at*

*isn’t as bad as it sounds*

*And when the end comes*

*It only means that there was still some grace attached*

*To nothing but rearranged ashes"*

### Part 36 - All These Godzillas

*"You may not know it, but your entire life has already been measured in coins.*

 *Every effort, every function, from the time that you spend with your eyes tightly shut,*

 *Watching thin ribbons of blood press against the light,*

 *To the water in the tears you have to replace.*

 *We pack ourselves with rulers and thermometers, compasses, maps,*

 *Psychrometers, barometers, PH strips hanging out of our mouths.*

 *So concerned we are about our acidity and our iron levels.*

 *If we're getting enough antioxidants to avoid those encroaching troublesome toxins.*

 *We scribble out charts and diagrams, devour data and advice, suggestions and instructions,*

 *Struggling to placate this urge to find the perfect numbers*

 *That might finally explain what we are or what we are supposed to be doing.*

 *We break ourselves down wrestling the world, trying to measure our place,*

 *Our poetry, our families, our stardom, our legacies.*

 *Ghouls in expensive suits stand in swarms in deserts shoving each other aggressively,*

 *Yelling out serpentine values, hurriedly shoveling handfuls of sand into their pockets,*

 *Calculatedly discussing the real estate market, and how important it is to own as much land as possible.*

 *Cautiously eyeing each other, trying not to tip their hand to how invested they are,*

 *In the hot grains of coarse glass pouring from the small gaps in their pocket linings,*

 *Biding their time til somebody with money they don't have needs it.*

 *People have already determined how much your blood is worth, and they are doing everything they can to come to own it."*

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