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[antisum]

Fuck, why am I back on this site...

[tvneon]

[apesdosmil]

[jp]

[antisum]

Tremens Sum Et Timeo, Quod Dies Irae Est

I am trembling and I am afraid, that this day is the Day of Wrath

[il-etait-lune-fois]

Meudon - Photographie argentique

[antisum]

Putredinis Illusiones (Remastered), out now on all platforms

https://randalcollierford.bandcamp.com/album/putredinis-illusiones-remastered

Originally released in 2013, Putredinis Illusiones was an accompanying single to coincide with the Filosofia full length record. This track was meant as an opposing reflection upon the opening chapter of the LP, a meditation of contradicting spiritual views. As the opening chapter of Filosfia, dubbed "The Apocalypse", was a projection of Punishment and Sin, this single was it's polar opposite. Or rather, it's perversion

[antisum]

Between The Walls, out now!

https://randalcollierford.bandcamp.com/track/between-the-walls-remastered

One year ago, I remastered one of my oldest tracks taken from one of the original music projects I had started, Grey Light Shade. Music inspired by haunting and ethereal dronescapes and drawnout, faint musical notes, a manifestation of never ending waking dreams.

Now, this stands as the first Legacy title that I have released, with the haunting themes brought to life with the help of my friend Lena, as the model, and Cyril for his visual black magic. The quintessential sound of Grey Light Shade will now live on forever, showcasing my roots in cinamatic drone music with all new life!

[antisum]

[antisum]

Photographer and Model

[antisum]

[justcatposts]

My dad filmed our cats for hours when we were growing up 

(Source)

[art-of-thomas-elliott]

Cthulhu Portrait, Was trying out some new approaches with this one that gives abit of a gestural traditional look.

[deathandmysticism]

Antonius Wierix II, Christ in Limbo, Evangelicae Historiea Imagines, 1593

[magnetar1]

Gulf of Rayon.  Cloth of Stone.  Folding over the eyes.  Uncoiling before its distant gaze, situated on the opposite Rim.  Boiling depths.  Hissing cauldron, rising with the offspring of countless hosts, all gathering in the bellies of those cut off.

Severing, yet also intrusive.  Coaxing with a vision.  Oceanic memory.  Vistas which fail to compute beyond the moment.  

Instead, following it into a cold, dimensionless riptide.  Drawn down its black, slavering mouth where countless souls have been.  Inky blots where their cerebrums accepted His disease; hemispheres of doubt and longing.  

Plague of Freedom.  His final choice as He continues to digest, order, form, reason; all things that are known for keeping His host comfortable.  Inviting dysolgia on systems of doubt and control …

Artwork By Dana Paleos

[aokuco]

JUST A WHISPER. I HEAR IT IN MY GHOST. [ΛOKU——I9O8O7 INCØMING]

[streetsamurai]