i put this sacred, transcendent realm imbued with reverence and awe
a nexus for my spiritual devotion, somewhere close to my heart
it offers me a source of inspiration, solace and transcendence i cherish this tenderly, my wound

this resonates deep within my essence, a connection that goes beyond mere attraction
to grasp it is to delve beyond the surface, to penetrate the veil and uncover the underlying truth of soul
it is to discern the core, the heart, the very soul of it

Dear whore of Babylon
Pull my gut and twist it to your likeness. deform me into a star-shaped wound and fold me in a coffin to rot in the graveyard of poisonous intuition.
And consume my rotten flesh which is haunted by distorted figures and the fragrance of destruction.
Perform autopsies in a necrophilious way. in the most unimaginable deranged, carnal, unhinged and evil ways. And bleed me. Oh yes bleed me.
Wound

‍ "i must observe new phenomena and explore them. i wish to drink the dark water and see the crackling trees and wild winds. i want to peer into moldy garden fences, i want to survive, experience them completely, hear young birch plantings and fluttering leaves, see light and sun, enjoy the wet, green-blue evening valleys, feel the shine of goldfish, see the whiteness of the clouds that grow in sky to talk to flowers. i want to look closely at the grass and pink people, at the old venerable churches, to know what the little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along the crooked meadow slopes across the vast plains, to kiss the ground and smell the delicate warm swamp flowers, and then I will form things so beautifully."

Telegram

attach 📎

Bum deigyr yn awyr
Bum serwaw syr
Bum geir yn llythyr
Bum llyfyr ym prifder
Bum llugyrn lleufer
Blwydyn a hanher
Bum hynt bym eryr
Bum corwc ymyr
Bum cledyf yn aghat
Bum yscwyt ygkat