celluar decay

Always hold the door for women. People attribute this to good breeding, but i've just learned never to turn my back on a dangerous animal. More than death I fear growing old and still fearing death. Death is more palatable with beauty. Today I held the door for a balding woman, her roots graying at the part."She looks like hell," I thought, and watched her dreams replicate and die. In youth love is eternal, but it won't survive old age. Will you still be beautiful? I count the days until your cells decay.