art ive made of sam

 

on sam and jack

sometimes you find people in the world who nobody else could have helped

but you could have

if you had been there

that's all 

my number of friends has increased

 but what does that mean

how long until i ruin it like i always do

that's why i must remain as detached....dettached? de-attached? why doesn't that look right?

whatever 

The Tenets of the Cult of Nyx

The Tenets of the Cult of Nyx

1.  Human beings are fragile, temporary creatures living inside vast historical and institutional machines.
2. Most suffering originates when those machines forget the people inside them.
3. Identity is not discovered but constructed.
4. The past is never dead and constantly shapes the present.
5. Meaning emerges through relationships and creation rather than authority or destiny.
6. The task of a good person is not to become pure, powerful, or important.
7. It is to remain human while moving through the ruins.

what is a dragon to a sword

 all the power in the world

felled by a sharp stick 

who even looks at this

 why do my posts have views

why does anybody care

why is anybody curious

go away im not interesting 

fuck the Fire of Love (2022) documentary

 

It’s so fucking stupid, long, and drawn out. It’s poised as this “beautiful” artistic film when it just comes across like profiting off the deaths of two people.

Oh, and they also caused 4 other people to die alongside them because they were fucking retarded.

Who were two incredibly stupid fucking idiots with deathwishes. They did not deserve a film made about them.

That’s all.

I spit on their graves.

The labyrinth Daedelus built so cunningly that he himself could barely escape

3

 the elephant's tusks slotted into the empty cavity of the skeleton's jaw, clicked, and tore the aberration to pieces

night terror rewrite 2

 I landed on the sidewalk outside my cousin's house.

Left was the beach: the ocean. No.

Right was somewhere else. Good. 

My footsteps hit the pavement into a sprint.

The trees and houses began to blur together until their colors and shapes were unrecognizable.

I found myself walking up and across a wooden-plank bridge.

I have never been on one in my life.

Ahead, planks are missing.

But this time, I have regained control of the system.

As I step, the missing planks return.

Step-CLICK.

Step-CLICK.

Step-CLICK.

I hop off the end and land on the earth on the other side.

"Try again," I say to literally no one, "And I'll burn it the fuck down and piss on the ashes next time."