I have got a skin condition. It's some sort of disease that causes my skin to sprout like a potato. Little white fingers will sprout out of my flesh like potato eyes, peeking up out of the green scales of my skin, so that I have to constantly dig the sprouts out--I feel nothing, they are numb. I cannot reach the sprouts in the middle of my back, and so consequently in this spot they have grown and grown like an unkempt lawn--they are roots reaching out to find earth, growing longer every day, searching, searching for the soil and finding only air. I think my body is trying to reproduce--perhaps it thinks I lie dead in the grave, and is getting a jump on creating more Swamp Things in the soil, producing them like tubers. I am asexual as a potato: I have nothing down there, nothing at all. It would be impossible for me to reproduce even if I had sexual organs--I have yet to meet another of my species, and I have no idea how I came to be. Hence, I am not a Swamp Thing; I am the Swamp Thing--the only Swamp Thing ever to live. Yes: I think once I am in the grave, my body will break down into these sprouting white fingers, change form completely--green leaves will come out and wrap themselves about my tombstone, and infant swamp things will be produced under the soil--tubers of an asexual monster. I pity these ones, my children--I hope there will be more than one, so that at least they won't be alone.