This is the Icebox kitchen as it appeared at 1:50pm EST.
For perspective, check out the flowers as they were.
It seemed a congruous visual metaphor for my physical state right now (well, save for the dead part). Can’t keep anything down, can’t keep anything in, wearing down the floorboards between the bedroom and the bathroom. Yiiiipppeeeee. The fever’s coming on…the tingling heat, the fuzzy outlines, the lucidity (yes, like Queensryche). Hands are cold, feet are sizzling, and hair hangs like good Spanish moss … you see me through the desert haze … my head is filled with warm gauze … I project the sore upon the body electric .…
Huh?
