#othercore

[sickyanderu]

[megofwands]

Desire bloodies my throat, I am too horrific to hold.

Journal Entries

[thevoidhasteeth]

I crack my fingers one by one and in turn they each start glowing neon green like a glow stick. I smile. You take a horrified step back as I crack my neck and back and my entire skeleton starts to light up.

[wandering-prophet-of-the-viod]

there is a god standing in the street outside xe looks at you with eyes too sharp and a mouth too quiet yet whispers all the same xe points to the forest presenting a choice the walls of the house close in follow xem you will not move from your window follow xem you know that divinity only leads to madness

[anthracoceros]

[rest-in-exile]

bones do not weary. they may age, yes. the heaviness of the world may crack and splinter them. but even still - bleached by the light of day or encased in fire or flesh or mud - bones do not weary. not after a decade nor a millennium. You would do well to remember that.

[valleydaily]

The Man from 12th Street made contact with the Pit. The Pit whispered a list of requests to him, which the Man wrote down and gave to the Office before returning to his home. The Office shared the list with me. It is as follows, adjusted slightly for clarification:

DO NOT insult the Pit. It will find out.

DO NOT throw random objects into the Pit.

DO NOT stare directly into the Pit.

DO chat with the Pit. The Pit is always up for friendly conversation. Sit and talk with the Pit at least once a week, but no more than five times a week. Even if it does not reply, it is listening. It is always listening.

DO compliment the Pit. Tell the Pit it looks nice today. Even bottomless Pits deserve kind words.

DO throw food into the Pit on Tuesday evenings beginning at 7pm and ending at 8pm. Meat is preferable. Rare meat is delightful.

DO remove the barrier from around the Pit. The Pit asks how difficult it is, really, to remember to go around a giant Pit in the road without a barrier. The Pit asks how we would feel if someone put tiny metal fences around us. Yes, the Pit says, it knows it cannot move, but that does not make it less rude. The Pit implores us to remember common human decency.

[a-caffeinated-idiot]

I’m sorry I can’t be HIM