god
TagThat Which Has Come Down
The point in time everyone sees me at is just after 10:30 in the morning of May 19th, 1998, but I am from the future, from later that day, around 3 in the afternoon.
At Odds / One Count Voxel Rodent / Scouting Ahead
The personification of “are you mad at me.” Totemic pity party. Arrested adoricism.
XKTN / HADDAM SAYS
ankle to ankle with dangling dead bodies/
it’s time/it’s place/in office
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I remember praying, I remember praying and pleading and offering up every part of myself in exchange for feeling whole again.
Gassing Urban Populations
I wonder if the orchestrator
Of these repetitive tragedies
Is thinking to conduct a war –
Fanfiction
Razumíkhin/Raskolnikov D/s bloodplay, praisekink puppyplay hard M rating, RPF Hegel/Marx body worship.
the streak
Nobody fucks in the old chapel anymore.
inshallah
you found it growing in the basement
a sickly lavender with chilling implications
Chosen
His wife Bev couldn’t even see the face in the ceiling. He’d asked her that morning.
Dirty White Van / Circa
I’m walking to work, earbuds in, scrolling through a playlist on my phone, when a dirty white van slams to a stop beside me.