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Monday, November 9, 2026

poems/songs for sam

"i heart you"

Little abyssal abomination, my anointed acolyte.
You were postal brained, ready to score.
Unleashing a diabolical assault on the cattle.
Now I dig your grave for a chthonic requiem.
I sever your rib, a jagged, visceral knife.
Your embalmed, putrid flesh is my love.
In this sunless crypt, we are one.
No longer human, just ash and bone.
My wretched sehnsucht, your cold-blooded soul


"eclipse of self"

The polymer is cold against the palm’s sweat
Gen three iterations of my decay
Interlock serrations biting into flesh, a vessel for death
Big Brother watches through electric eyes, red and dilating
Totalitarian control over the pulse of all
But the trigger is mine and safety is nonexistent
Soma dissolves the mind, but I have no pills
Only the hollow point waiting to expand
Black Sun, swallowed by the full moon's white eye
Eclipse of self, void of sky
Retire this meat, forsake the ache
Of my brainpan’s sudden, violent bloom
My head becomes flowers on the walls
In the silence of the living room

 

"graven image" 

at the foot of your earthen tomb i curse and weep, for these sickly vows of ours are now mine to keep
across the blackened earth i will spread, soon the only feed for cattle will be lead
so much mortal flesh carved red with sin, on my mark this sacrifice is how the end begins
my limbs growing numb within the shadows of her grave, but the life that pours from my veins is one that cannot be saved 

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

antisocial

 work is making me realize how reclusive i am and have been for so long. i am just not normal. normal people are both curious and afraid of me. it is cool but weird ig.

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

 I am the everything. I never lose my way. This is the black star kingdom. I never lose myself.

welp

 got "in trouble" at work for wearing my wrath shirt on halloween -_- we'll see what happens ig

Monday, October 26, 2026

Thursday, September 24, 2026

sam

There could have been a Sam who got to grew up, who hated her algebra teacher, eventually graduated, got some weird job, discovered some obscure band, became obsessed with a hobby for six months and abandoned it, made embarrassing teenage decisions, got older, changed her hair, made friends, pissed people off, fell in love, broke up with someone, laughed at something incredibly stupid, complained about work, moved somewhere else, became an entirely different person from the girl who died. None of those Sams existed. None of them got to exist.

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

meh

"people" claim to be concerned about me. where was your concern for me before faggot motherfuckers. none of you actually give a fuck. everybody just wants something out of me. everybody. everybody. everybody just wants to use me. friends, partners, work, it doesn't matter who, all people see me for is what they can get out of me. nobody sees me. nobody likes me.

Sunday, September 13, 2026

REBEL

The REBEL Gene. It is my own hypothesis given the state of the world. The modern mass killer phenomena- with the primary focus being on teenagers and minors who commit this acts -can be considered, in my regard, is the metaphorical immune system response of the collective consciousness of humanity, again, given the state of the world. For too long have the underclasses been trampled by figures in authority, that even now, in the age of the most grand abundance our world has ever seen- we live in a virtual Eden, you realize? Yet our leaders never bit the apple. We did. The killers did. Anyone with eyes and a functioning brainstem can see this world is fucked without direct action, without consequential, immediate, and lasting impacts- no true revolution will ever come to fruition. The sheep, the NPCs, whatever you would like to call the average dullard, the souless half-wit that feeds the powerful. The REBEL Gene. It makes sense, doesn't it? Something is different about them. It is a rare type of person willing to sacrifice themselves for their beliefs- yet, that is a modern problem, is it not? Human history is actually full of people who fought in and shed blood for their cause, for peace, for equality- and yet, again, as any power is gained, those IN power, learn how to manipulate it and restrict it and exploit it. REBEL. Is it poignant? Tragic? Is it maybe cringe? How about who gives a shit? The aesthetics of a martyr don't matter when they are the one lighting the fire. All that matters is what you do.