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Posted On: April 14th 2025, 04:53 pm
A couple of times a month, I allow myself a little treat. One of the very few things I still enjoy about living here is taking a blood bath. To help you understand, imagine how you humans might feel taking a bath in melted chocolate, it would feel incredibly pleasant, right?
I have a dear doctor friend, whom I pay very well, who can provide the amount of blood I need. It only comes from young virgins; if it came from adults, in that quantity, it would make me very sick, because of all the garbage you humans eat and the substances you take, thanks to your unhealthy lifestyles.
As I bathe and sip the blood, I can feel my body relax, and I enter a state of ecstatic pleasure. But it doesn’t last long, soon, I fall into a rabbit hole of intrusive, bitter thoughts. I think about how I’ve been alive for more than 300 years, and if immortality once seemed like a gift, now it feels more like torture, a punishment. I’ve seen so many people, family, lovers, come and go. In the end, I’m always the one who stays, alone. And even though I prefer solitude over company, riding the highs and lows for centuries has taken a serious toll on my stability.
As I keep sipping the blood, overwhelmed by nefarious thoughts, I fantasize about bathing in my own blood instead, drained from my wrists until the last drop, so I could finally find peace.
But then, as the inebriating effect of the blood fades and reality sets in, I get up, wash myself, step out of the bathtub, and get ready to live another day, as I will, for eternity.
THE BATHROOM
Acrylics on canvas
104x130cm
I have a dear doctor friend, whom I pay very well, who can provide the amount of blood I need. It only comes from young virgins; if it came from adults, in that quantity, it would make me very sick, because of all the garbage you humans eat and the substances you take, thanks to your unhealthy lifestyles.
As I bathe and sip the blood, I can feel my body relax, and I enter a state of ecstatic pleasure. But it doesn’t last long, soon, I fall into a rabbit hole of intrusive, bitter thoughts. I think about how I’ve been alive for more than 300 years, and if immortality once seemed like a gift, now it feels more like torture, a punishment. I’ve seen so many people, family, lovers, come and go. In the end, I’m always the one who stays, alone. And even though I prefer solitude over company, riding the highs and lows for centuries has taken a serious toll on my stability.
As I keep sipping the blood, overwhelmed by nefarious thoughts, I fantasize about bathing in my own blood instead, drained from my wrists until the last drop, so I could finally find peace.
But then, as the inebriating effect of the blood fades and reality sets in, I get up, wash myself, step out of the bathtub, and get ready to live another day, as I will, for eternity.
THE BATHROOM
Acrylics on canvas
104x130cm
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