i am not afraid although i stand in the shadow of the valley of death
im gwen, 22, she/her
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i am not afraid although i stand in the shadow of the valley of death
im gwen, 22, she/her
neosporin gone , superglue…non existent . anti nausea- bones
rancor succor / those of which would descend upon them like / like a secret unfurling menagerie of animals yet unknown or discovered / but that i cared little about
Oedipus... You gagged us all with your mother fucking ingenuity, but it just wasn't enough for us to incest upon an encore. I'm sorry my darling but you're up for elimination
Letter to Babette
A gothic gay vampire rat comic originally published by my friend Pete Faecke in Double Digest #3: Hairball
you can follow Pete, see excerpts of his excellent comic, and learn about the other double digests on instagram.
Le Vourdalak (2023)
increase the hat budget
in that hole, big bites taken from sides, hot white cliffs eaten away with toy bulldozers, over breakfast again, you recite the tight leash holding anecdote, bore me, say it like it’s a joke this time, make everyone laugh at me, whisper in this plastered chamber, the acoustics are good for yelling, bad for music, like those transient glitter-lacquer floors, seizing under my eyes, i stare into them more than your mouth when you speak, you know they don’t get off easy, so i rub my heel in all your soft spots, rolling over stepwise, care is like the worms underneath, yours in mine is fumigated, lossless, i say, breathe it in, span it over, lose moisture and shake!
writhing to death, the neuroses of the other violate my consciousness like a propagating parasite, dampening it, putting me on edge. i know im not the best person, but i can’t be happy if you don’t listen to my pleading. holding my breath to feel less. only choking spasms pass from the fabric.
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look at all the beautiful people, marianne!