Women’s bodies have for millennia served as the medium for some of man’s greatest works. We have painstakingly molded dynasties within them, and written the fall of civilizations into their genes. They bear the scars of their mothers’ wounds like etched echoes, telling tales of woe older than words.… Read the rest “The Great Work”
Galleries
I suspect that you overestimate the relevance of this information.
But good to know.
Garbage Girls
It’s a visual metaphor, capturing in it’s elegant simplicity your life’s central question:
Where does the girl end and the trash begin?
Motto
It is autumn, and the floor of the forest is littered with fallen, decaying things.
I will take nothing but pictures, and leave nothing but ashes.
Cut to the chase…
When you already know where you’ll end up, why not just go there?
An animal is well trained when it can perform a trick and provide its own drumroll simultaneously.
Necromaticon
It’s tough being an all-devouring Lord of the Nether Dimensions these days. Back when the world was new, people offered up their virgins as sacrifices, but now they’re all like “virginity is a social construct,” so you just end up with some random skank chained to a rock.… Read the rest “Necromaticon”
In The Garden
I am always amazed by how thoroughly a culture can train its cunts to both dread and protect cock. The dick is everything that controls and diminishes them, their penultimate nightmare made rigid, greedy flesh; how many erections every year are forced down how many helpless throats, literally and figuratively?… Read the rest “In The Garden”
Personal trainers take my money but then it seems like I do all the work. Lame. I wish I could have a pixellated private parts area. Then I wouldn’t have to wear pants. Pants are a drag.
A low-resolution cunt is still a cunt, so you’re not going to escape pants that way.… Read the rest “”
🙂
I’ll remember that smile later, long after you’ve lost it.