Illustration number 8, Remnant of Night

BAKELITE

Xipe Totec

recent review of my latest EP, THE SITUATION EP. if you have not heard it yet you should lowkey check it out

GOLGO 13: Il Grottesco Santificato "A branded woman's grudge takes Duke Togo from the back-alleys of Kyoto to the heart of Rome! Dragged into a web of dark secrets that the clergy would kill to keep, can the world's greatest triggerman draw faster than the hand of God?"

IF YOU CAN'T LOVE YOURSELF, WHO CAN YOU LOVE. (Ver.2)

The House of the First of the Dead keep-planning.net/text/002

The House of the First of the Dead keep-planning.net/text/002

i'm moving to the mansion of emptiness

This is a view from the surface of Comet 67P. The busy particles in the foreground are cosmic rays or bits of dust and ice. The dots moving in the background are stars.

The Visitor

creeps

yum

rhubarb

holy shit dude

everything is yaoi and yuri simultaneously, in superposition, a delicate crystal lattice that splits the light. like seeing the face of god in the sun against the mountains, and you weep; beauty is everywhere, and is everything.

when i dont shave for a couple days i look in the mirror and see cold visions promo era bladee. i dont even look like him at all thats just what i see with my astral sight. bad vibes.

dennis cooper in thing #2, 1990

some writing

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MA REQUEST ($0/870) hey everyone, I've been trying to do doordash to support myself until I get a job but I got sick & now I'm down to $60 after buying medicine & toiletries. please share & help if you can 💚 ca/vm: mommywiseau www.gofundme.com/f/help-rue-r...

my face is very intense, drawn, and unhappy looking lately (positive)

so far in january ive written about 400 words of completely unusable prose each day. i wake up and write my dreams, and i write little prayers before i go to bed, and i write little people who dont exist and kill them, and i dont write anything even slightly useful to the projects i need to finish.

*Guy who's forgotten all the concepts I've eaten*: you can't eat concepts, it's impossible

trying to flirt with a guy but everything i say has a "horrible finality"? apparently im too "sepulchral" :/

i wish i could just sleep for 60 years and then die, honestly