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Survivor

What sort of simple mind would be amused by this?

It's completely drenched.

I have no idea what that is.

What a cliche.

Like happiness, it lays out of reach.

I can see so much more useless nothing.

It could be worse.

I can wear pieces of dead things made into a vest!

Delicate, but delicious.

Sweet Potato Souffle

Sweet. Just like me.

Would that my despair tasted half so sweet.

Cooked Sweet Potato

That looks like lunch.

Perhaps these could give new life.

Sweet Potato Seeds

I want to put some distance between myself and that!

Swimming Horror

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Metal Shade Lamp

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

A futile attempt to dress up.

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Hanging Floral Lamp

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Blown Glass Bulb

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Hanging Blooming Lamp

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Cherry Lamp Shade

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

A futile attempt to battle the darkness.

Dual Rope Light

A futile attempt to dress up.

This fish cuts death with its face!

Never imagined I could make a thing so sweet.

Free from the shackles of the sky.

So full of potential.

All that promise, snatched away. Not bad with bacon.

Fried Tallbird Egg

Chilled by the darkness.

Hatching Tallbird Egg

A tiny, fragile being, struggling for the light.

Hatching Tallbird Egg

It cannot bear the heat.

Hatching Tallbird Egg

A life sooner begun is a life sooner ended.

Hatching Tallbird Egg

Soon now.

Hatching Tallbird Egg

That egg represents a new life. Ugh.

The nest is empty. Vacant. Barren. A void.

Thick, with a stench of corruption.

It takes vileness and makes it light.

To make my outside match my inside.

It won't last much longer. Me neither.

It's off...

It is pulling sludge from the depths.

Corruption oozes from beneath.

A recipe for a slow painful death.

Abigail loved tea parties.

I can sit under it and contemplate life's futility.

Makes life barely more livable in allergy season.

I killed it to prolong my own life.

Cooked Seed Pod