My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Foggy breaths and clouded minds,

Take a pull and close your eyes,

Take my head and make it dead

Vex the vultures, fool the flies

Fill my lungs til my body's cold

Sell myself for some liquid gold

Remove the logic, keep the sense

Am I alone? My muscles tense

Meaning dissolves in front of me

Do I seek peace or recompense?

Am I in prison or am I free?

I'm just paranoid, or so I'm told,

Buried in clouds of liquid gold

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"Liquid Gold" by Salem Eirny

He's all eyes. He's all eyes.

Mutuals do you promise that when I inevitably shoot myself you will keep a piece of my skull, make a necklace of it and flex it to posers 🥺

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

I ate chicken kidney for the first time some days ago, even as i tasted it i felt so far away from myself and still so raw the taste of blood lingered

"let people be wrong about you" is such good advice that i am unfortunately physically incapable of following. if i am incorrectly perceived by anyone i will simply start ripping things with my teeth

Using Red Thread, Rima Day Intertwines History, Nature, and Human Experience in Striking Embroideries.

My Etsy shop is finally open!

Just dipping my toes in the water here, these will all just sit around if I don't do anything with them. Even if you can't buy anything a reblog would help a lot!