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KIROKAZE

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Andulka
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
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Today's Document

oozey mess
NASA
we're not kids anymore.

Love Begins
cherry valley forever
Jules of Nature

izzy's playlists!
Xuebing Du

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@tristaniasmoon
me as hell
did you know the temporal vortex opened up on 5th avenue today? multiple skrorshams excommunicated th/eir fabricated lenses ordinarily prescribed in droves... prefabricated passersby ne'ry relinquished to merely, and merrily, observe, we're all in for a doozy.
when one lifted it's maw the collective shudder felt I could not withstand without feeling my legs tremble, the floodgates of masked anxieties open in the form of tearducts flooding forth like a dam broken during a terrible display of nature's fury. h/er eyes were like waves in that they seemed to swim on and on in circles enveloping all thousand yards ahead. returning to cement, we once were.
erroneous fin-tangled assumption. oh, marvelous eye: gaze on my wickedness. my algebra my mouth ajar, my soul as such when caught off guard.. oh mountain! yaw , the comings gone while waves in mind and fresh fruit drops
morose y'goneses antiquating on the bow for my sheep. sleep succumbs nesting moratoriumascentaur grenade casket tumbling down. what's lost now; excised pigeons fold in rows, shorts composed alabaster ascensionary prose adamant pose, dancing on the strip mammary next peak 90's essentialist boycott. The Strokes.
Someone who used to have my number owns a plot of land that people have been texting me about for years. I decided quickly that I'd fuck with these people every chance I get and here lies my archive. I want to upload ones I've responded to since getting a new phone there's some gold in there too... enjoy!
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Carnal imprint of my soul
Imputently marching towards
Release
Our hearts remain grounded
By disease
No longer old paths
Retchings on
These brambled rocks
Under calloused feet
Bound by excess
Trudged from dirt
Born to fuck and go to work
Desecrated ultimatums of unpeturbationary
Phalanges decayed in ceremony
Cut from the bone
Slow truths be told
It's all temporary
Fleeting moments of blissfulness
Leading into remindings
Fearing not that which
Surrounds thee
Enumerated swayings of limb
Blocking eyesight of lamb and flesh beyond
our decadent skin.
I am the manifesting of which hurdles you tossed
In regretfully subsided rubbishes beggeting language
communicating more tangible brushings of hand than mere conceptual underpinnings of claims to human
I am envious of zilch of this manufactured existence staking skull and smeltering land with grey oozes of denied correlation
invalidation necessitates emotional complacence
with a profoundly shared hurt that benefits yourself with towering stature
I am the incarnate of deconstruction and boundless creation alike, in each step my barren toes etching growth into concrete allocated for intent of separating the earth's crust from this corporatized heavenscape
Nullification rises to allocate the consecrated passages of influence, avoiding mass hysterics, worlds within my writhing skull of open wounds
And for those I swoon, the nature of connection showings of roots, each intensity rising to carry my soul into anothers, returning from the oroborous end of the portal to strengthen an understanding of the collective truth
In all we soothe. In godself I've proven undulating creations of narrative true most to my corner of self reflective universal vantage. The duty lies in relational advances towards closing this gap as sonder
You are so very capable, breathe in and out, of denigrating the glass ceiling of consciousness
of shaping syllable and grit into physical means
of rising to the occasion of this circular earthenness
for all to frail and to faulter is not without many hands laying continuous foundation in being. with cracks showing with hands unwashed.
Level designs for fan-game Banjo-Threeie that I made in 2010 (when I was 12)
I spent hours and hours doing these MS Paint drawings of video game levels and character designs and concept art in my free time on the family computer. I'd love to post more of these! I have 100s of files!
u ever just been sick and the snot settling in ur nostrils resembles the sound of a geiger counter
Heavier Than a Death in the Family (2026)
custom shirt, bleached and painted with acrylic
I made this on a discord call screensharing me making it maybe 3 years ago and literally thought I had lost it until just now so here you go tumblr audience!
Irfan (2026)
modeled after Irfan's 2003 album cover here it is
Sometimes I Fall Asleep to Dark Ambient Music
swirling miasmatic primordial soup
fantastically sloshing around in my mind's eye
as frantically paced dirges scrape
the cornea from behind
imbuing my aura with a nihilistic comfort, a machine
that I'm intimately in awareness with and without
this plastic world I was born into
is one whose horrors are felt behind a veil of protection and safety.
Why Bother? (2026)
custom shirt
Frog on a Log Digital art made in GIMP 2026
*ribbit*
Knife Digital art made in GIMP 2025
Self-portrait 2026 Digital art made in GIMP
it's me idk
Under a Kitty Moon (2026)
Made this shirt to trade with a friend!