N2itive 61-65, F

This week I had to find a way to rid myself of an unwanted body, a corpse of an old friend. It was an ordeal... I had to drive around for hours with a body wrapped in a Navajo blanket that smelled of death, looking for an appropriate resting place. It made me wonder how sane people handle the situation. A subject I often reflect upon.. In the end I left her under a bridge, and went home feeling like a Mafia wife.… [more]

I am a salvianaut. I first met the Spirit of the plant in 1999. From the start we had a tumultuous relationship. On our first journey, she said to me.. "You are a card.. and you will be dealt with accordingly".. she was laughing. Then she dealt me into an infinite and. I suppose, random array of possibilities. Then she hijacked my art. I called her my muse, but really, I was her beotch. Every painting I attempted, she shanghaied . bending the light and lines to suit her purpose. Or maybe she had no purpose.. maybe she just wanted to mess with me. Sally is funny that way. Once she took me to the end of the universe. And I had this horrible, overwhelming feeling of failure. It was l… [more]