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.