Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Does anyone else feel hot or should I obsessively take my temperature again to make sure I’m not backsliding in my virus? Are you feeling your lungs burning? Me too! No no, it’s not the COVID-19. At least not anymore…thankfully I haven’t felt a blazing inferno in my … Continue reading
Two weeks ago, on Saturday March 21, I couldn’t breathe. Well, to be precise, I was technically still breathing–or was, at least, feigning some pathetic half-hearted attempt at breath–but it was as if my lungs collectively decided to reject the necessary oxygen. Instead, they burned, constricted, tightened. My vision blurred and I felt lightheaded as … Continue reading
Ooh, baby! You touch me and set me on fire! With all this social distancing, how can I put out this fire? Oh, I know! With lots and lots of toilet paper! Filthy Fans, welcome to the end of civilization! This is the moment for which we have so very long prepared, the moment for … Continue reading