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The Warrior Motel of Whittier, North Carolina, March 25th, 2022
Southern decay
During the storm
G E N D E R
being appalachia born and raised is having the kudzu wrap around your ankles and ask, “you didn’t really think you could get out of here, did you? you live and die by the bark of these trees and the bones tangled in their roots. you may leave, but you will always, always come back. and don’t you forget it!”
[ID: Photo of a sign by a road. It reads: vengeful ghost area next 5 miles. The one below says: do not pick up hitchhikers. /End ID.]
Some very specific NC gothic
There is an old man that runs a little ma and pop gas station on a winding country road. No one knows his name. 25 cents for a soda, gas $1.15-the place is frozen in time. He's there with his sweet, quiet wife and ancient dog, he's been there longer than you can remember, longer than your grandparents can remember...
Out on your back porch, with the temputure still 73 degrees at 1:00 in the morning you hear a deranged laugh ring through the woods. You blame it on the coyotes.
The spring air is heady with the raunchy scent of Braford pears and blossoms of all kinds litter the ground. The heavy snow comes late, freezes the birds and kills the flowers. Winter has the last laugh.
Your footsteps crackle on the long gravel road, echoed by your friend's The friend that lives in the shady sprawling trailer park. Someone's pet peacock cries out. You pause in front of the tiny graveyard. Someone's family, buried by the sewer lines of the trailer. You hope they're at peace. Your eyes drift to the flaking paint of the weeping Jesus statue. You don't think they are.
"Death to those who disagree!" Read the church signs. You can't bring yourself to agree.
closer to home for the first time in months // muggy mid-August evenings that somehow smell of both birth and decay, bloom and rot, blood and flowers
Where to go? All signs point to the same place.
The dead and the dying, Patrick Joust
Jacobs ram with 3 horns
s e r e n e
long time nuclear waste warnings + angels
@metalgf2000 submitted: Also, one of the leopard slugs that eat my garbage when it rains!!!
What a beautiful trash friend! I hope they have enjoyed all your delicious garbage. Please tell any garbage pals I say hello next time you see them. This one is especially large and beautiful! A+ eyestalks :)
soon you'll be bones and nothing else. youll feed the earth that once fed you. kiss mother earth and thank her for the comfortable bed shes made you