Finally He Can Be Happy And Kill Everyone

Lantern bugs

watercolour, ink, pencil crayon

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10/2/24)Combative reflection,reflective off glass,tip the flask n tip the head,none left to give a 2 to th apron or smock, move like a speck in evry slept slavin eye,sharp pinprick in unshaded space, the light is shattering n brightened,flick off the lid of pen and trip on th very same thing,under spell followsuit th grime wearin' shitsmear chipwhite cuntry bumpkin.Dont be a pig,hounddog,man,or bigwig, rather drop dead or wakeup clutching my headless corpse,walkin to the cab to pocket someodd pill,to take a walk into storm of grim rambunctious disfunction at some folkriddled park,random bastion of slippinlife in the spillover of a neon prison,Cold nippin at the gums,caress the fine flower nip,tidbit & siphon nectar like it's honeyed silk,too absorbed in the beauty to realize your eyes savor it with a jealous craven carnation,triple lip quiver and tri-edged poison tip arrows,rip memories from the stem,spine spun lies rooted deep in the conscious,try as you may to avoid the waking monster within, fear the shadows and fear half-moon faces,when lookin in the mirror deeper than the glass skin would show somethin ya shld better fear,all of your own voices whisperin in ur ear,graspin memory shards like soft caress of some once-lovers touch,cut ya deep cut ya bad,like th sum of your vices,like the she-beast I envision watches from my open closet,like I remember once seein her, turnin myself in fear of her,where my mirror sits,peer through my flesh by hidden meatslits,free the pureself,try as ignore,taken 2 her breast,she hold me deep within wide driven breadth of all corners of her flesh,claw against th egoista n' barbed wirehung bitch swinging sabers like barred teeth,4 show unless shown 2have gone pro,fall in2 a dream,fall in2 th shadows,obscured by own inhibitors,like any other useless untapped potential,like puttin a perfectly good bomb rite back in th box,how'd ya even get it out 2 begin,our second place,like a cure 2 dysfunction & losing it not so many months after,riddled w/ shit that just aint holes, and thats the issue, no spongebob or enemy of the amerikan gov,not worth a spatula or a handful of brass,sittin on a flask of poision & ash,waste not yet meant to b

Zetsubou Sensei graffiti in Spijkenisse, the Netherlands

My throat fucking hurtssss

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Befat

im playing robloc

porcelain girl

To be fair Daigo’s friend group consisted of just Saejima and Majima.