Transylvanian Hooker

Frances Crosby ❤️‍🩹 22

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My maker told his tale? Then I will tell you mine ❤️‍🩹

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My Halloween costume 🩵

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Going to see GDT’s frankenstein this week 💆‍♀️

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And the White Flowers

In the dawn of world unspooled

when the sun falls upwards, and through the tree tops

like drops of honey on my flesh

like little kisses from the fish in the sky

afloat on the silver mist

that seeps up from the ground

And the white flowers

a forest floor soaked in forgiveness

In innocence, but only that of what’s new

The woods are a confession in motion

Uninterrupted

I find self only in being lost,

Where I can wish away the towns

Towns where the people press labels

like leeches to their chest

Or maggots collecting on dead flesh

As I write this i can’t help but fear that words are the death of things

And that names are just ghosts

And forgiveness is the flower

bloomed white, in soil, unknown

white as bones,

white as clouds that swim across the sky

white as the sea foam

always moving

I forgive you, but I am not coming back small

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Close up on my Monster Prints

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Monster Prints

Linocut, Letterpress, Frames and Glow in the Dark Stars

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Confessions of a Teenage Werewolf

Linocut and Letterpress

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Miserable Wretch

Linocut and Letterpress

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Under Wraps

Linocut and Letterpress

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Close up

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No Moon Left to Blame

Oil on Canvas and Fence Posts

126” x 55”

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My pookie Will

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Bubba

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Wolfsbane

I’m feeling faint

my face bluer than my vein

Can you check my temperature?

I think you’re like wolfsbane

Soft bells of lilac

And aconitine

I want to be weak

I don’t want to be mean

My sweet wolfsbane,

I will not howl

I will not bite

My sweet wolfsbane,

Stay with me

If only for a night

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Night time my time

Here I lie

In velvet womb

These coffin walls

A perfect room

A chartreuse ecstasy

A padded tomb

Friends imaginary

Solitude

The world above

aches and moans

And I hear all of the lovers

They’re saying take me out,

take me home

But here I lie

And all of that noise was illusion

And my heart can finally sigh

As it holds itself gently

like no one ever could

So leave me to rest

Close the lid

Let the mortals yearn

Like I once did

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ANNIHILATION (2018)

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Skeleton Frolic | 1937 — directed by Ub Iwerks it's easy to imagine this inspiring a young Ralph Bakshi