Inktober Day7

Day seven on this wretched island I have named “Inktober.”  Our resources dwindle.  Last night my only source of nourishment was a bottle of Cholula hot sauce.  I fell in love with the woman on the label.  She is my angel, my last bastion against insanity.

I fear we will be forced to resort to cannibalism within the month.

See full post here: P.Hos' Art2014-10-09.