blood drained upon a midnight clear

deck the halls with spinal columns

placing a christmas orange in the jaw of the pig's skull in my fireplace

who creeps in the night to make crumble of treat? santa is here! santa is here! to lick clean dad's toes, and suck from his teat? santa, it's santa! old santa is here!

red suit at night children's delight red milk in morning santa's foul warning

me: get that man down from the cross this instant! what would the lord say, if his knowing eyes could see this grim tableau now??? me mum:

where fools go, i go there too

words fail in weightlessness sent his hubris to mars and nothing more

ok i need to stop shitposting, i was gonna take a shower an hour ago

ever since i heard the news of the goatse ban, i close my eyes and see a fistful of red meat

mum turned to wink at me as dad hung the old man's meats to roast over the coals. i guessed at stomach-turning smells caught up through the chimney to pool up on the rooftop.

hyperion humming lit up in bloodlight land acknowledgment plaque in the foyer

Set us a crucifix in the Christmas tree stand Popcorn draped red in wet blood from His hand

best smiling service when christ did that, we said "well done"

christmás o menos christmas more or less

the richness of man is in short supply

Christ has rizz

yes, yes! we smiled, of course we'll beam you up!

drawing on two wormy little cabaret eyebrows and covering my body in mincemeat to lure fanny cradocks restless spirit to possess me this #christmasinjuly

from manhattan cloud palace they drink all our blood

they set the world alight to boil themselves away and into nothing they boiled

he had himself beamed to jupiter for he was already most stupider

i wish the transhumanists were more interested in humanity

man uploaded himself over the threshold and came out as thick meat from a grinder

i wring sour weeping from my pantheons one leg at a time just like anyone else

self love in a letter to mars and then back he thought he could slip glittering greenhouse come back just visiting breath held just so long for a sip of killer sunset through eyes from below vapor dreams slingshot sent dim rock a planet too far the man already gone

is a body bunched stuffed pressed into packet kissed upside-down whistled in blues in reds down switches cross wires forever expired doorstop on wet dock met his gaze not ferryman spilled wet words of love wrought letters of iron burst pearl confetti from brilliant eggshell onto mailroom floor

thick shining light thought you were junk

lost attachment found your wings in steel tray under lamplight

flung through space pings died in waves in fresh blue light sweet pulled tides the zapper's song

lost in a lantern dialup fools

you and i are in the same food group you know

none of your thunder in this free world

leg days to wring sour weeping from your entire pantheon

point and click battle tech adventure videogame #battletech #walkinganimation #pointandclick #mouseinput #trueending

hearing the faint tinkling of jingle bells whenever i am nearby my toilet

im discovering some posts

i would pay more for silver mayo

first they came for goatse, and i did not speak out — for i am sand gay

that's terrible

📯 by decree of the king ✨ 👑 ✨ 🔥 👴 🔥 🗡️ 🤝 🔪 "mine own oats!" 🕊️ 🌾 The King's Oats 🌾 📜

the moths had TURNED her into their SNACK

i'm afraid it could or couldn't be

rehearsing for the table

they are doing bugonia to me

please someone make them go away

literally why did an nypd partybus just pull up in front of my apartment blasting christmas music. dont try it little pigs

fruit trial

pivot to fashion