In today's instalment

[rugle]

The bin was a living sea of putrescence. Scraps of colourful junk mail riddled by a pool of innumerable, pasty, white, seething bodies, both shallow and vile (in some detached, artistic corner of my mind, just describing the scene makes me think of The Garden of Earthly Delights). Lovecraft dispensed with maggots in a single line, the bastard,

Comments

[jessietravels]

that is well gross! xx

[jelashke]

But everything else is really clean?

[jessietravels]

you know, i can actually believe it. i think si's (both of you?) doing a grand job at housekeeping. can't wait to be home. and yet maybe could stretch out the remaining minutes here just a little bit longer?