I admit to not having read Coehlo's 'Veroka Decides to Die' in full. What pages I pored over when I snatched the book away from Miss Tactless(a former 'friend' and blockmate) are now lost to me. The title shall forever ensnare me. I wrote last night's post on a whim to allow myself a moment of reality. I can only handle so much. So yes, Spiral Prince decided to die last night, and before I even started rotting, I am now clawing my way up from six feet under.
No plants will save you know.
I will have your brains.