die in a decrepit motel room in northern indiana as a dementia ridden priest dictates your life of consumption to the sound of your heart failing. listen to the dander fall from his head as pointless statistics ripe with phlegm pour from his quivering lips, each annunciation of worship drenched in excruciating carnal intent. an entire life spent harvesting. a parasite surviving for years on the flesh of your indifferent audience. using thumbs to heal your bed sores and dry your urine stained mattress. you’ve accumulated enough to let go. this is the happiest you’ll ever be. cherish the legacy that will exist in the stale air of the motel room, before unceremoniously disappearing.

Collector receives a signed 1x1 print that will never be printed again and something else entirely.