ready for my autopsy

my new life in a permanent black rubber suit

among the skulls of my dead brothers

i dream of tranquil white flowers flooding the cavity

climb inside of my corpse. my ribcage is your staircase to heaven. be the marrow in my bones that explodes us to stardust.

rotting could be another form of ascension

returning to hell

writing just feels like screaming in the void. feels totally worthless now. feel like deleting everything.

tfw you've just abandoned yourself

the eternal and infernal struggle to not give in and rot in despair

a million fatima candles burn at your bedside

cairo death pilgrimage

absolutely feral to suck and fuck his ass to this playing as loud as possible, kissing and squeezing his belly, licking under his foreskin, making out with cum in our mouths, radiating effervescent bioluminescent insane ass fucking, like stained glass shattering in melting sun youtu.be/vPQ2S5A_Uy4

'...the familiar had already turned alien, and home had ceased being home. both have gone on living and changing without me.' - swimming in the dark

i'll see you again at the center of the nebula in thirty million years

our love has come to an end but skeletons are forever

to be the perfect cobweb draped in dew on a faded tombstone

while i slept, the flowers you left inside me rotted, and then i never saw you again

My body has a certain scent, festering of many complex diseases oozing with sweaty white fungus waiting to be stabbed and eviscerated, bombs inserted, blown to pieces. I suck up the stench from pre-cum, my sack and between my ass crack, and feel the need to make that sickness within me worse.

deserve is such an ugly and corrupt word, but here we are, getting it, getting fucked.

I’ve made more than a hundred mistakes today, and I know tomorrow will be no different. One thousand more to go.

his bones are made of LSD. flesh drips glistening mescaline. DMT crusted in his sleepy eyes. his body is a universe that would take infinite time to imitate and trace.

death angel top

i want to fuck your third eye

fingerfucking the entry wounds

our temple is flooding but we're still inside praying

his cum tastes like hibiscus tea and rainforest moss

unlatch the hatch

four years later... i finally finished this mix. ambient/vgm/ other weirdness. a lil 'i miss and love u' note to the void. www.mixcloud.com/damienark/sl...

blackgaze made me into a bottom

me irl

ultrashinycumblastcreamsickle

i want to bottom to loveliescrushing/astrobrite

my mother played japanese harsh noise for me while i was in the womb

offerings to the loch ness

abandoned cub feeding on carcass remains

hyaenidae prowl in moonlight

make today 100% jungle

a river a birth and a prayer

'i slowly stared into the sun'

romantic harsh noise playlist

emergency/tornado sirens make me horny

the ocean has its own language and theology

the elk that stepped through the obsidian gate

the fursona as a body without organs

is it okay if i exist in this world ?