Purgatory An oasis formed in the hollow midst of nostrils Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by Jessie Martinovic 12 responses to Purgatory Marissa Bergen January 21, 2016 Does rather look like that. I’ll probably end up spending the remainder of my days there. Jessie Martinovic – Author January 22, 2016 Watch out for the guy who grabs your finger. When I was little, my parents always said if I picked my nose a man would grab my finger and never give it back. Conjured all sorts of nightmares, that stuck around for longer than I am willing to confess Marissa Bergen January 22, 2016 Wow, and would that man happen to be living up your nose? Jessie Martinovic – Author January 22, 2016 I still have all my fingers in working order Marissa, and pick my nose quite often, so? Marissa Bergen January 23, 2016 God (or whatever deity it is you believe in) bless you! Jessie Martinovic – Author January 23, 2016 I believe in deity, the actual word Marissa Bergen January 24, 2016 Sounds good to me! The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances January 22, 2016 “Purgatory shmurgatory” is what I always say. Jessie Martinovic – Author January 22, 2016 Of course you do, Those who burn shit in the backyard are with wise, I’ve most probably stated this fact previously Esme upon the Cloud January 26, 2016 “Those who burn shit in the backyard are with wise” – Those who use a toilet are wiser still. Hahahahaha. – esme falling about upon the Cloud Hariod Brawn January 22, 2016 Was that gate an owl in its previous incarnation? Jessie Martinovic – Author January 22, 2016 Yes and Salvador Dali’s cat Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.