prelude to a bloody nose.

Mechanical snencils

To peel you,

to split your skin,

to see your skull shine in the light.

the slowpoke puppet has frog lips

goblin mosh pit

my therapist: so how are you doing today?

me:

Is your therapist washing you?

used her hand sanitizer

POV: you're breaking up with me while my beetles are having a tea party (yes, she shows the beetles)

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

Yes! Eliot had read reports of a mission in Antartica where this exact thing had happened, so he incorporated it in the poem. There is a double meaning, obviously, because it's also a reference to Jesus on the road to Emmaus. But it is very much on purpose. He wrote:

 "The following lines were stimulated by the account of one of the Antarctic expeditions (I forget which, but I think one of Shackleton's): it was related that the party of explorers, at the extremity of their strength, had the constant delusion that there was one more member than could actually be counted"

songs used to have a bridge and a third chorus

let’s get you to bed grandma

ARTOBER 04. SMOKE.

My oldest OC, Ronnie Voss. Occultist, collector and tired old man, Ronnie is one of my older OCs who should know better than to throw fists. I kept laughing whilst drawing this at how pissed off he looked.

Me: I'm gonna draw OCs quickly for artober! Also me: THE SHOES MUST HAVE SEAMS!! SEAMS!!!

Prompt from: @ultrainfinitepit!

i hate being depressed i feel like a character in fucking my immortal

this is just how i feel

Tummy Hurts Mothman is now available as a sticker ♥

Unmute !

Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

Who makes the porn bots.

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.

do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?

My voice repeats what

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.