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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Origami Around
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@roadarchie
I have a KO-FI now!
https://ko-fi.com/roadarchie
Feel free to commission me on there, or shoot me an email here: [email protected]
I'd also appreciate any donations as I'm not in the greatest financial position at the moment :d Thank you <3
Special thank you to kekamo <3
I don't mind unemployed people telling me to get a job cause what if theyre right and it fixes me. What if they dont need a job its just me
this will sound entirely unhinged but remember when the concept of an utopia in media was just all spray bottles? Am i the only one?
"A whole civilization will die tonight"??
Any of you fat fucks going to shoot trump already? Kill him! Drag him and his whole dreck of an administration out of the white house and kill them! You fucking assholes are so useless you need these stupid ex-trumpers to do the work for you, but unfortunately theyre too dumb to not get caught before putting a nice big hole between his eyes. I don't give a shit if you're worried about dying in the process. Fuck you
second person future tense
In two years, you will have disappeared; And all that is left will be the severed pieces of yourself that refuse to leave. You regret and sob, and you'll wish to die, and in that moment a new person is born- made of your experiences and memories, made unrecognizable.
"desk job" š¤¤š¤¤š¤¤
āWeāve been here, before, to lay at rest what should have been dead already.ā His handsā sweat loosened his grip on the rope that tightened itself around the sarcophagus. It was big and sturdy, and yet made to hold so little- only a corpse now, dead and rotten, withered to but a body and its stumps. It worried him no less. The corpse used to be great, a king amongst kings, the Emperor of the moving desert that encircles the whole of the world. Even turned to dust he felt present, like an ever-growing spirit now freed of its cage.
His tomb held much the same respect. Gilded with enough gold to turn the dunes a shining ichor color, it became a thing of honor to be standing in its very epicenter. It was a hallowing mane of riches which grabbed tightly at the sarcophagus in its middle.
āHowād he escape?ā The little boy behind him asked with fear. His eyebrows swelt downward with the rest of his features, forming a frozen harrowing facade.
He saw the fear on the boy, he saw him clutch his chest to grab something to hold, like a child grabbing its mothers arms. He was stunned that he did not succumb to the same mannerisms which seemed to hold him so grotesquely in its chains. āI am not sure, Fahrid. He seemed to have simply walked out of here, much to my own surprise. Though no one saw the Emperor walk the sands, nor did they ever see the doors ajar as they should have been.ā He paused in thought, something sticking at his side, a hidden thing so intently and true, its only trace found in the depths of his gut. āHe simply disappeared.ā
Trigger Warning!
Dr. Kepler sat in his chair, unthinking for a time. He'd been petrified by by the things he saw and everything he avoided to think of. But he couldn't let go of his memories. They were his, he thought, and he owns them and keeps them, no matter the cost.
But the truth was far darker. They'd stuck to him like the leeches they were, feeding on him in a cycle that pained him so much. And so far they'd become fat and happy little leeches, for they were so effective on a man like Kepler.
"Stuck like pigs, they were, you know." He spoke to no one betwixt the shadows that lined his face. "Dead, rotten pigs at the very dead end of the well that I shoved them down. Fat, disgusting pigs that wanted more of my genius each day. But I wouldn't let them have me!" His fist slammed the desk as he started to vomit out his thoughts, provoked by a deep hunger to confess.
A bitter cold ran across his shoulder in that moment. "No, no..." , he said, "I wouldn't let them. I had to stay whole, be myself. Protect my invention at all costs..." And there it was. Between anger, hatred, and passionate death, was he, twelve years of age, his deeply regressed child-like fear of the unknown.
"Didn't even know em'. What they wanted, really..." His words arrived mumbled and out of focus, a symptom of an absent mind- and so was the tear that rolled down his face. "But I knew they were dangerous. Knew I had to get rid of them. Yes... had to,"
He rolled up the papers on his desk with one hand. On them were inscribed his plans, his invention, he called it, a device that would change everything.
But he wouldn't be there to see it change the world. He wouldn't be there at all, to protect himself, he thought. To keep himself safe.
It took little effort to push the trigger before his gun sat neatly in his wilted hand, and a bleeding, crimson-red hole in his chin appeared where the barrel used to be.
Repetitively lived did they, who sought homely reprieve in this world. They were born regurgitated, from the trash fed and bedded, given flesh and blood by the little they had with a routine made to mimic the mechanized man and followed to no less than perfection. That is what it meant to live: to find moments to smile, and a few more to love, even when it cost them everything.
added a little text to this image file to make it exactly 3.355.000 bytes, for fun. Probably won't survive tumblr compression though :/
3000x3000, 256 colors
text that i added to the file since tumblr wont be able to read it:
The dead have laid in their chambers for eons, left waiting and wanting for so much more. They saw the destruction on Earth and cried somber tears. Their homes were no longer. Fireballs engulfed its blue atmosphere and clouded its cities in smog. There was no more for the dead to gain here, and they knew- but death would not let them go. They would have to watch their planet turn gray and dead, cut from limb to limb and turned to an ugly bone-ashed wasteland. It was made to be by the families who sent their sons to war and prophesied by well fed gold-clad generals.
bleh. Im not great at drawing. But i like these.
printer selfie (FUCK TUMBLR COMPRESSION GO TO HELL)
this piece sucks and i didnt really wanna show it but whatever
When my hands reached for the top of the mountain, I found a symbol of peace. At first I found it so ironic, considering the struggles Iāve went through to get here. But in an odd way it made sense: Without it, I wouldnāt feel complete, and I would not allow myself to die.
Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays
To everybody who has supported me. Been a difficult year, but when hasn't it. I know this will sound chronically online but I do care about every reblog, like, you name it. Makes it seem like at least some people care about what I have going on. I don't know, maybe that's childish, but whatever.
Thank you, and I do hope you join me in having a good next year.
DEAD WITH FULL HARD DRIVES
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