*Admitted drama queen post: Ever since before I stepped off the airplane, I have been
ravaged by a mysterious and surely fatal cough- the frigid hand of death is grasping at me! Here I lie, on my deathbed, gently dabbing away the lung I coughed up moments before...I did cough up blood this morning, so I'll stop being stubborn and go to the doctor- ah, I don't have enough ID to replace my government health card. Those wallet-snatching bastards killed both me
and Steve! So if I disappear mid-post, or altogether, it's because I'll be dead. Just a heads up!
In the spirit of my death, I'm posting these photos that were taken four years ago- the first one is part of my vampire/necrophilia series (ah, I was so young!), and the next one is me pretending to be Ophelia, in a bathtub in a friend's backyard, and her 7-year old daughter was throwing fake blood and daisy chains on me- good times!
1 comment:
man that hand is scary! hows the cough?
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