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The busted brass trumpets blare, held by tone deaf lepers Apocryphal Godheads shiver to see me thrive in the grey Left to gawk at the cretins wh..

Let the insufficient b*****d sob Promptly we’ll stick it with Moloch Hallowed sigils and feral dances we’ll let the devils hear o..

My understanding thaws, revitalized to fester resurgence is a call to arms in these subversive piss sumps Sleazy, Low-key junkie merging with t..

Sapience forms a caustic puddle, the portal of life secretes she’s majestic, blue-skinned paragon, occult magus and gamete at will she anima..

A poem

A poem about schizoaffective disorder and what it’s like

One cold evening a woman, all alone, hears a knock at the door.

a dark poem

In an Alabama swamp a man finds a mermaid which leads him to a gruesome discovery.

Two meth addicts take advantage of a man with special needs. Tonight they have something truly awful planned.