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JVL
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always
sheepfilms
we're not kids anymore.
Game of Thrones Daily

Love Begins
Not today Justin
RMH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
occasionally subtle

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@theartofmadeline
will byers stan first human second

izzy's playlists!
One Nice Bug Per Day
hello vonnie
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
seen from Singapore
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@roachmobile
it's free real eldritch horror bf/gf
WASTE SORTING
It would have been a quiet, tedious and safe neighbourhood, in time perhaps even appropriately populated with children, had it not been for the dead things on Tuesdays. To no avail were the patrols of the good citizens of the suburbs, or the cameras scattered along all the streets, in the porches of the terraced houses, in front of the garages. Every Tuesday morning the carcasses were there, already smelly, immune to identification, certainly bulky. Disposing of them became a problem. The garbage collectors couldn't take care of them, they had to be broken up first and it wasn't in their job duty. At first the fire brigade took care of it, then an old ex-fisherman from the area, who in the hybrid masses perhaps saw echoes of another life of the ocean (which was as distant from the neighbourhood as a waking dream memory). "I could say they're cetaceans," said the old man without the sea, "if it weren't that they might as well be big cans of crumpled aluminium." The phenomenon continued. There was no Charles Fort to appreciate it, or document it, and people grew tired. Even the unknown tires. The old fisherman stopped slaughtering the monsters, no one took charge of the disposal, Tuesdays piled up and the stench of decay obliterated the scent of manicured hedges and spring flowers. More was thrown up than was discussed. The neighbourhood was abandoned. Only a few families remained, screaming into the void, they had invested everything in the new house and could go nowhere else. Eventually, after the flies and fires, even the last ones gave up. There are rumours, however, of an old woman, perhaps dead, in the shadows of some prefab never evacuated. The neighbourhood is still there, desolate and shunned, cut off from the main roads, a small piece of it can be glimpsed from a certain ring road, but more than anything else you can see the flies, a giant swarm, like a black sheet that falls and never touches the ground. The carcasses pile up again and again. If only Tuesday could be eliminated...
by DcF
TOOTH MACHINE VERSION 7.0:
"MASTICATION MACHINE", "EXTRACTION MACHINE" "CAVITATION MACHINE", "SALIVATION MACHINE"
tri-cities special report
#strangethings by Carolein Smit
made with artbreeder
Judy Fox
pleased i got to meet her once
Kenjiro Ogawa
from Mia-Jane Harris - Your corpse is beautiful (series), IV & LVI
2012-2013
Photographs of deceased human tissue
skin heels by fecalmatter
Bad Space Comics: The Suit
this is an artistic rendition of my irrational fear of a head that attacks only under the cover of the very loud toilet flush in the scary top floor bathroom at the hospital and how i exited the bathroom when i decided to flush and run as opposed to my normal method of flushing and putting my back to a wall
took pics today at work to show common attack patterns and defense strategies that i employ
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Never forget