Bloodslut

[ob-gyn-doa]

October

Some days I curse my mortality: “No matter what, I have to die.”

Other days I curse my vitality: “No matter what, I have to live.”

I wonder often whether life is supposed to be suffered through and whether the burdens of life are worth its occasional joys. I wonder often whether I should give up everything. No matter what comes to pass, every conclusion has an epilogue. Life goes on. Living for the moment collapses because everything passes and everything you outlive will leave you bare. You are the only constant in your life and even then a little piece of you is left behind.

The things I desire in life seem impossible. The only solace is that surrendering my desires will make their impossibility certain.

[retroavangarda]

William Blake The Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun 1803-1805

[spiraphobia]

[ob-gyn-doa]

Tonight

I feel so worthless and I don’t know what to do anymore

I feel so alone and I don’t know what to be anymore

I wonder what’s left

[guggenheim-art]

Promontory Palace by Yves Tanguy, 1931, Guggenheim Museum

The Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice, 1976 © 2016 Estate of Yves Tanguy/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York Medium: Oil on canvas

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Booth Museum in Brighton

[raveneuse]

[ob-gyn-doa]

Dust Ground to Dust

A happy ending The last orgasm ever needed A dream-come-true The last drag I’ll ever take A sense of fulfillment The gig that paid all the bills A love that lasts The one who made everything right forever A picture of health The last farewell ever spoken A perfect body The end of sadness A clear conscience The last fuck-up ever made A life worth living The answer to my prayers An honorable death The bullet that fixed it all

[odioart]

伊藤 潤二 01_ うずまき 02_ 地獄星レミナ 03_ 富江 c o l o r f u l   オディオ  O  D  I  O 

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[psychopathicneighbor-deactivate]

“The Anguished Man” painted by an unknown artist at an unknown date.

After Sean Robinson’s grandmother died, he received a painting that sat, undisturbed, in her attic for 25 years. It is rumored that the unknown artist mixed his blood with oil paint and used it to create the painting shortly before committing suicide. Alongside its supposed dark origin, some claim that it has a shadowy, paranormal entity attached to it.

[prostitutodelucifer]

[gunsgetmewet]

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[glittergorecore]

[strange-creature-pathos]

“Fractured, Cavernous Dimensions” (2019) ——————————————————————

By:

Adam Medford

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