#manykin

[manykin]

crowleysbrownie MERRY CHRISTMAS! Here's a thing! You asked me to draw you like one of my weaboo girls, I'm no manga artist, but I tried to give it a cartoony look. I hope you like it, and I hope you have a great Christmas!

[manykin]

Eating birds.

When I’m feeling hopeless I am jealous of the birds, I would intend to watch them fly and I would not defend my actions but moment after moment goes by and I am furious at their wings. If I could catch just one it would make it all better, it would slip it’s head into my mouth and taste the fear pouring out of the land locked dove’s eyes. I would swallow it whole, it’s angelic wings beating brutally against my inner cheeks and it’s ancient talons clawing at my neck. Blood would spill down on to my shirt and I would be in mortal pain, I can’t breath as it slides down my throat still twitching and squirming within. Then it will fall into my stomach, alive and well, and though I cannot fly I will forever own those wings, and live as a cage of flesh to my anger and my salvation.

[gymnogypscalifornianus]

manykin replied to your post: holy shat guys i fainted on the train

That’s awful! I’m glad youre okay, I hope the whole eating thing starts to get easier for you soon.

thanks man, yeah i think i'm gonna start going to see a counselor for this cause it's fucking annoying

[gymnogypscalifornianus]

manykin replied to your post: i wanna turn columbus day into fuck co...

How about a day celebrating indigenous American culture instead? Not just North America but Mayan and Aztec culture as well, something to educate people about them beyond the 2012 bullshit and the sacrifices that started after white people showed up.

yes even better thank you

[manykin]

A Love Letter to the Hands Around my Neck (Poetry)

My life has been open books and blank pages

Canvases primed white ready for exteriors

And every color bright to black at my side

Ready for words about all the forms of light

Freedom to create and freedom to destroy

As I will, as I was, and as I am, it's always freedom

Interiors forced with shade upon shade of black

And twist pretty words into terrifying threats

I was given two hands and no rules

So they wander long past sunrise till I'm exhausted

And all that I have left for them is boasting

Thoughts curve in spirals endlessly

And I will bite the one who tries to stop them

But my physical path is disturbed

From the straight lines into sine waves into static

I beg only for control over myself

So I write love letters to the hands around my neck

And songs to all the ropes around my wrists

And poetry to every time it really hurt

And all my self portraits are painted over

With images of things that really matter.

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Poetry! Cause I'm boring like that and all I do is write poetry. This one is an exploration of both my rejection of authority and my desire to be controlled, seemingly being at odds with one another. I like it honestly, I think I did good this time.

[manykin]

Figure practice... I'm learning dang it! Slowly but slurpee.

[gymnogypscalifornianus]

manykin replied to your post:k i don’t even care anymore, so many people have...

Get that shit yo! Do you have plans to get it soon? It’d look badass on a shoulder blade!

nah no plans, i have no money right now, but i wanna def get it on one of my shoulders ^_^

[manykin]

Poetry, inspired by a Beksinski painting

These ancient blues and grays Which our ancestors call home Form coffins from mythic days Carved into walls of stone It was on these steps she left me To walk the endless halls As it once was it shall be I must join my mother in these walls Now let us honor their fears As I have swallowed my shame I offer my blood and my tears And I pray you offer the same