something about digging up a corpse in advanced decay and groping what you can of it
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something about digging up a corpse in advanced decay and groping what you can of it
I consider myself a true romantic (a necromantic?) as in, there is a respect to be had for the dead. As in.. These beloved corpses were once a human being like myself and isn’t that beautiful? Every human being is a vast library of experiences and memories and when they die it’s lost. but I’ll still appreciate you.. even though our paths didn’t cross in life.. I understand. I’ll love you
so i take photos of roadkill to add to my beloved collection which I love dearly. They are mostly of birds which I do not mind. I was at work and there was a dead bird I was unable to take a photo of and then it stormed that night and I was convinced I’d never get that photo and it made me so mad I drew a tobias piece to vent out frustration at 3am. I did end up getting that photo the next day of the bird. so i was very happy then. rant over
corpses, mannequins, statues, dolls. Humanoid, cold, unmoving, unknowing. Just playthings to do whatever you please with. No moans, groans, movement, or perceptions. Something.. safe. Completely safe. Unseeing eyes and no soul. So beautiful. You can keep or dispose of them and it wouldn’t matter in the slightest.
gravedigging on the mind once again. and also too tired to fully ramble on about that topic. soon..
been thinking about gravedigging
don’t know whether im pro/neu/anti contact neither if this is all just morbid fantasy or not. I’ve just. been like this for a long time. I don’t know a lot of things
i like the stillness of the dead. the unresistance. the Nothingness. The silence