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Princess Bohma Jarmin from Turboranger
Közi MALICE MIZER 異端審問 ♱ 1998
Hansaem Kim - The Devil in Iron, 2021 (Aluminium leaf, pigment print, resin)
it's 2024 and legendary SiSeN has appeared on your dashboard, rb for good luck
Girl you are so spikes...,,
Illustration by Strange House
St. Sebastian, drawing on paper. From Ding Wenjie personal painting
From “The Flowers of Evil” by Charles Beaudelaire Funeral Parade of Roses (薔薇の葬列) (1969) Dir. Matsumoto Toshio
the beetle of entropy has been seen eating human flesh in the boughs of the world tree
it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow
it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth
It's rotten work but if we rebuild the pile it'll be composting work instead and we can use that
it’s rotten work but without it the zombie army will fall during the Skeleton War
Johann Michael Rottmayr - The Suicide of Cato
“Around us all the fauna of the cadaver was hatching in myriads in the sun. Filthy maggots swarmed in the red pools, and dropped from the branches in soft clusters. The sand seemed to breathe and walk, lifted by the movement and pullulation of vermicular life. Deafened and blinded, we were halted at every step by these buzzing, multiplying swarms, and I was afraid for Clara—afraid of their deadly stings. And at times we had the horrible impression that our feet were sinking into the soaking earth, as though it had rained blood!”
— Octave Mirbeau. The Torture Garden.