My nose is a fucking broken faucet and my sinuses are runaway sprinklers. The combination of the two makes for one hell of a sneezing thundershower. To make matters shittier, I got Niagara falls going on in both eyes. My shutters are having a hard time staying open and my white curtains have turned bloodshot red. Every time a wave of blood rocks the little white boat floating through my organic river, shock ripples buzz their way through my system from my brain to the tip of my toes and back.
My dead body is floating somewhere in this river and will eventually make its way to the shore, but only after having suffered severe decomposition and having served as a tendre roast for underwater creatures. After surfacing, my discolored corpse will eventually be found by fisher-people, or by a curious kid who ventured a little too far, but only after having been fried by the scorching sun and having served as a big crunchy chip for the maggots.
Beautiful shit, we hardly knew ye.
Peace, love and seasick of it all.
Shitty. I hope you feel better soon! – Shay