The minute it bleeds, is the moment it drips.  In this case, I used the blood and carve a fantasy into a realm of my so-called 'reality', I didn't use the quilt, although I wish I did. Regardless, I still love the results. The tragedy, happiness, mischief, aggression, and sassiness given from the parts the I carved satisfies me just fine. By creating the realm I made, I also found an excuse to escape from life's tragic fate. Probably bull, but hey, welcome to my catastrophic fantasy.