All "takes" on this blog reflect real policy that will come to pass in the dark era of my rule
god I wish I had a pair of menacing black gauntlets with really sharp fingertip claws I bet it feels good as fuck to have your hands resting palm-down on a surface and then scratch some deep fucking gashes into it as you clench your hand a little closer to a fist when your evil minion delivers some bad news to you
"Great grey bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen-
this is my vision in the croaking jeering world:
All idiotic faces and swollen hearts;
in the papers the faces are not real
in the world the faces are not real -
but in the Heart of Hearts the Face is real."
Nature & Organisation, "Bloodstreamruns".
Digital+traditional collage, 2024
friendship ENDED with butternut squash now kabocha is my best friend
ive talked about "childhood friends gone wrong" on here before right
there's probably already a name for this but it's a trope i coined for a very specific type of dynamic that im consistently obsessed with. give me two people who grew up together and played together and were each other's best friend and then Something Happened and now everything's fucked up but they're still friends. or they want to be at least. you look so different now and everything is so much more complicated now than when we played in your backyard but literally who else knows me better than you. who else could i ever call my best friend











