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Outlines of two alligators that slept through the rain.

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4000cc breast implants :)

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thank you black mold. thats a wonderful idea black mold.

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do you listen to the silt verses? have you listened to the silt verses? will you listen to the silt verses? when will you listen to the silt verses?

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every time I need to make a decision I flip a coin it falls in my mouth and I choke till I hallucinate the answer

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this meeting could have been a thirty year long loveless marriage

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Illustrations by Àngel Fernández. Políglota, Barcelona, ​​1930.

scans by ichonographiainsectorum 2010

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I finally finished Silt Verses Q~Q (emotional damage)

Tried to figure out how I want her to look like more precisely, I think the one in a black coat matches the best??

AH ALSO! I'm running out of ideas on what to draw If you want you can ask me to draw sth... If you want👉👈 (not nsfw tho plz hehe)

So here's some Carpenter sketches and.. that.. thing.... I love how awful that line is ( I suck at drawing comercials my art style's too messy)

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Well if the shoe fish

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Diving swans captured by Viktor Lyagushkin 

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The silt verses really combines my two favorite character tropes:

Insane sweaty little man tortured by dark forces (stupid)

Sharp mean old woman with secret gentle side (axe murderer)

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The Silt Verses (episode titles)

Let me speak first of revelations, and next of dark deceits.

Then I'll speak of champions, of lovers, gods and beasts.

My song is long and twisted, it winds, it worms, it wends.

It carries few, it drowns many, and those I love it rends.

My song has taken hold of me, it grips my tongue, my throat.

My voice cries truths I never knew, and to fight is just to choke.

So let me dwell eternal, and in ruined flesh ascend.

For my song has no beginning, and the current flows without end.

If I could trace with bloodless fingers, if my hand could shape the flow.

I'd bear this song to the precipice, and rend us both to dust below.

We'd both go plunging downwards, one final fall from grace.

I'd howl, I'd scream, in victory, and we'd be gone without a trace.

But we'll never be rid of each other, my song, my sorrow, and I.

So I'll bear it trembling onwards, to drift on, to dream, to die.

And where my final footsteps fall, something dreadful shall arise.

It's gaze shall fall o'er trembling plains, it's wrath shall scald the sun.

And where once its howling forebears walked, some day there shall be none.

The wise man knows the taste of rot, all lovers part as dust.

And even the kings in their bowers of steel, shall whither in ruin and rust.

This rotten world shall wheeze it's last, this hateful hymn shall cease.

But as my last breath splits my throat, I'll wheeze through splintered teeth.

One last song of revelations, of prophet's dark deceptions, of love, and gods' defeat.