Malphas

[myopic-crow]

It is a very sick notion that one inhuman should remain performing in an ill-fitting human disguise.

You may call me Malphas, that is not my real name as should be obvious to you.

I am an inhuman creature trapped within the flesh of a human body.

This blog is intended to be anonymous and a journal of sorts, written in prose to describe the body horror of being beholden to a skin that isn't mine.

I am schizoid, but that is not the focus of this blog. It is worth mentioning because it may provide context for some of the things I say.

Everything written here is original thought.

[morggo]

farther away still

ink, gouache and watercolor sketch on Hahnemühle cold press paper

original for sale: https://ko-fi.com/s/c0d088f423

prints: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mxmorgan/farther-away-still/

[abz-j-harding]

A Murder

X

[dead--void]

sometimes i'm struck by the realization of what a fucking weirdo i am.

[girlzoid]

im dysphoric over the fact that i am a human being

[longingforrotkehlchen]

He may not have looked impressed, but I very much was so.

Aaskrähe (carrion crow) im Oberen Schlossgarten, Stuttgart-Mitte.

[0rph3u5]

Let us leave pretty birds to people devoid of imagination.

[tamvmat]

They were totally judging me...

Ink art

[esmeraldajn]

[crows-before-bros]

Went by Boulevard Park for a few hours and was happy to see Oregano is still there. I didn't see the rest of the fam, but Basil's mate was there.

[kavohh707]

Baby crows are so curious. There is so much to learn and they are so interested in everything.

[kavohh707]

Hungry!!

Screaming at mommy, who is just peeling a peanut, but obviously doing it not fast enough.

[jb-photo]

[blackfeatherquill-deactivated20]

In the next life we'll be birds,

You'll have iridescent plummage,

Black feathers that glint blue in the sun,

A song so mesmerizing,

I'll cling to every note.

We'll build a nest of fluffy down,

Reinforced with strong twigs.

I'll bring you shiny bits and bobbles,

Roll your pin feathers with my beak.

We'll fly and dance in the sky,

I'll soak up every second of you.

In the next life we'll be birds,

Until you'll leave for worms and not return,

Maybe a cat got you with her claws,

Or a boy with a BB gun got lucky,

But I'll still be a bird in our nest,

Replaying your song in my head.

[yaghrib]

The Quiet Vigil.

Yaghrib 2020.

[kavohh707]

Places to be. Hurry up.

[kavohh707]

The winter sun makes crows even more beautiful.