Everything hearts

​Life moved a little too fast this evening. A sudden invite for a late-night dinner meant I had to swap my stethoscope plans for a frantic dash to get dressed.

​I couldn't resist overlaying a chaotic, racing edit to match the frantic pace of my evening. Consider it a little preview of what's to come.

​I want to know... what happens when the dinner date is over? If you found me in the kitchen later tonight, breathless, with my chest expanding at this exact, dangerous speed—how are you handling my rhythm? Are you calming me down, or are you trying to push the pulse ox even higher? 😏

Final beats…

You found me, unconscious, laying in the ground. Me chest rise and falls harshly, you could almost swear t you can see a rapid pulse in my neck covered in sweat.

“Finally” You think to yourself as as you pull out you stethoscope and press the bell against my chest. My heart beating hard and fast covering your ears with its faint murmurs…

You have been waiting for these for months now, since you discovered about my heart condition. Exchanging the pills with sugar induced ones, taking me to parties to drink, inviting me cigarettes and all to watch my neck afterwards. Lurking to catch it racing, and eventually skipping.

And now, the day finally came that you little experiment has grown its fruits… you can listen it yourself, to the damage you have made to your little toy.

My heart, tired, starts to slow down while your free hand caresses my breasts, the feeling of my heart failing to much for you to handle.

Finally, it starts stumbling on itself, loosing the rythm into a fatal arritmia till nothing but silence fills your ears.

What comes next? Will you fuck me? Do cpr to me as you do it? Shock me into life? Or just let my heart die as your fantasy finally realises… Ideas Ideas…

Maybe one day you'll finally see a pair of strong hands pressing against my chest. Until then, I'll keep sharing with you the art of dying... and not dying in the attempt.

As a photographer, I'm always searching for the best angles. I even use makeup to enhance the realism and appearance. I know you're going to love this one—it turned out amazing.

I always come here hoping to convince you to step into my room and support my content and my art—because that's what it is. I truly believe I'm good at what I do, not only because it excites me, but because I've developed the skills to make every experience better.

You already know how to support me. Thank you.

​Well, well, well... this heat is officially going to be the death of me. My heart is heavily pounding, and I’m currently hiding out like a vampire in my own flat. I mean, look at my skin—I burn in the sun and I definitely burn in church. ⛪🔥

I’m lying on the sofa right now, drifting, with nothing on my mind except a very specific daydream. I just want to pass out in peace, feeling strong hands on my chest forcing my pump to stay steady. Checking my pulse with a doctor's cold eye but a lover's soft touch. Giving me the literal kiss of life when my own lungs get too weak to function because of him.

​I'm drifting away... but that's not a bad thing, is it?

Well, Vienna has officially been hijacked by a brutal heatwave, and I can tell you right now: Roxie and I absolutely hate it. Don’t get me wrong, I love summer—until the humidity turns the air into thick soup and sucks out every bit of oxygen.

My poor pump was absolutely flying before I even hit record. The tropical air had me feeling totally breathless, but I went ahead and did a breath-hold anyway because I love a little drama. You can actually hear her initial confusion when the recording starts—she struggles to process the sudden shift before finally settling down. But you know that uncomfortable sensation when your heart isn't technically at a dangerous speed, but it still feels like it's trying to physically punch its way out of your chest? That's the vibe today. 🫀✨

​I’m still playing around with this microphone setting, but here is the raw data anyway. Stay cool, stay hydrated, and have a lovely weekend. We certainly don’t want to invite an accidental arrhythmia into the mix just because we forgot to drink water, do we? 😉 Hydrate up! 💦💧

The saga continues: my ECG machine is still apparently socializing at the border, and my nerves are officially frayed. But because I cannot be stopped, I went ahead and bought a proper, manufactured stethoscope mic to replace my trusty, cheap DIY version. 🩺

​The verdict? Well, it’s loud. It definitely works. But it turns out my pump sounds less like flesh and blood and more like a finely tuned piece of German engineering. A bit mechanical, huh? Maybe I should have spent even more money on a high-end model... but unfortunately, I only look like a million bucks, I don't actually own them. 💸🤡

On the bright side, I managed to capture a rather intimate little recording of my carotid artery. You know, if you’re into that sort of thing... 😉

The ultimate mail day was cruelly cut in half—the actual ECG monitor is stuck at the border! But a true cardiophile doesn't let a pile of fresh electrode pads sit idle. I went ahead and stickered up, even if my placement is a bit chaotic from the pure adrenaline of opening the box. 📦

​Luckily, the pulse ox arrived safely to prove that Roxie is putting on a show, keeping the pace steady in the low 100s.

Alice is brought back

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