Preservation

I pickled yesterday.

I was so stricken with depression i couldn't even photograph my work. The same goes for the liver and gizzards i made prior.

By tonight the hermetically sealed jar is so frosty you can't see the dried chili peppers or the cloves (the spice, not UOM of the garlic. Yes, i'm a snob.)

Now i'm gonna have to live at least another month in order to taste this. Now that puts me in... um, a pickle.

And You May Quote Me 37

I've been coughing so violently, my ovaries hurt.

Quote 146

No amount of doing is going to fix your unhappiness in being.

- Robert Holden


Disclaimer: i'm paraphrasing

Karma Camelia

I'm coughing like i'm dying this week. I taste blood.

When things were good, before Dumas left Camille, she dreaded, "I can't go back to whoring..."

Yet, as fate would have it...

He raced back to her. By the time he reached her, she was dead.

The most romantic story ever.

I'm no Camille. I just relate to the coughing.

Luft

The red balloon i had in mind

True Purgatory

I can't allow myself to relax.

I can't allow myself to suffer.

I kick and (silently) scream.

Snippet 80

AC:
My red balloon popped!

W:
That's what balloons do. They're bound to pop.

V:
Not necessarily. Sometimes they shrivel up and die.