permafrost (2021)
oil pastel on paper
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permafrost (2021)
oil pastel on paper
shop: suhaylah.bigcartel.com
instagram: @suhaylah.h
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he’s not dead or anything we just can’t fucking find him
The Saga Of Bob, Part 5: Chemo Time
In which our heroine finally gets an infusion of the finest toxic cocktails modern medicine can provide.
My stylist is a treasure and I told her I’d see her next year.
The port is both A) a miracle of modern technology that is sparing my veins from untold horrors and B) more soreness and ache and trouble than anything else so far.
This pharmacist was incredibly fabulous, in all senses of the word. We later bonded over a mutual love of Primus.
I have never been on steroids before and they are scarily amazing.
There is a moment in the dark hours of pre-dawn when you are alone in the bathroom with a nitrile glove, whatever lube you have on hand, and your God. This was not the fun version of that moment.
At the time of this writing, I am 3/4ths of the way through the Red Devil (I start Taxol next) and aged white cheddar is the only cheese that I can taste. I have borne up well, but if that is taken from me, I may lose the will to go on.
Thank you again to people who have transcribed the earlier Saga of Bob—you are heroes!
apparently at one point in the 1960s the editors of dc comics had to make an official editorial rule that there would be “no more than one gorilla per month” over their different titles because the writers were just creating so many stories about gorillas and they were worried it’d be too much
