#perverts ep

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[1adymacbeth]

you are not for the living.

[woodgrainskeleton]

made myself an Ethel cain poster and got it printed at Walgreens <3

hung it right under my favorite wrack of antlers that I have on my wall

[dyke-in-crisis]

@mothercain 🫀 deeply in love with perverts

[tanoroe]

real

[chillandnormalrambles]

i got admitted and this is what they ask me

[hotheadpaisann]

She's so gorgeous oh my god-

[sandyshoreofficial]

Amnitous - A Story of It and It's Effects

The story I’m about to tell you is transcendence what you know about Amnitous. It happens in a realm far from here, in a place even God has a hard time reaching or monitoring through his angels. The man who happens to be the victim in this story doesn’t know he will be the Devil’s puppet. Most people don’t know that they're puppets until it’s too late. He is not an exception.

The man, as he will be called, lived in a house by a large thoroughfare. He lived with his wife, a small, blonde-haired woman. Sadly, however, she had a drug addiction. This addiction had started as a child when her mother gave her the first dose of it. The husband never knew about this addiction till it was too late. One night, he came home from work to find her on the floor of the living room, her body sprung out, hair disheveled as she held a glass of red liquor. He bent down, heart racing, taking the glass out of her grip and putting it on the messy side table nearby. He ran his hands through her hair as tears sprung from his tear-ducks. His hands shook as he pressed his left hand onto her heart. There was no beat.

This is where our story takes a turn for the worse. As most would, he took time to grieve, taking every day with a grain of salt. The funeral went by like a blur, his brain shutting off the every time his wife came into his train of thought. He started to drink, and soon found himself like his wife, sitting on the living room floor grasping for any sense of hope, or Amnitous. He clutched the wine bottle dearly as he cried, praying for tomorrow not to come. As it would turn out, he lay there for years, wine bottle in hand as he cried out her name. His town would eventually become non-existent. Everyone had moved out; he’d been fired from his job for not showing up. He would soon rot away, he thought. Somehow, he didn’t.

When he finally had the motivation, he got up from the carpet and stepped outside. His once beautiful house had turned into an overgrown sanctuary for animals. Birds nested in his gutters, rabbits hopped into nests surrounding the property, and vines crawled up the house like an unintended visitor. His limp, weak body walked slowly through the ran-through town, any sign of hope lost as he saw his neighbors’ houses rotted and decrepit. In the town square, a youthful man sat on a fountain's edge. “ You look like you need saving.” The man smiled, his straight brown hair waving in the cool summer’s air. “I do. Do you know what happened here?” The youthful man smiled once again. “Yes. Time happened. Don’t you know? This town was bought by an oil company. Everyone moved out… except for you,” The weak man sighed. “I can get you out of here. You look like you want to die. I’ll make you a deal. You tell me where a person’s house is and I’ll let you go. Deal?” The weak man thought for a second. What else do I have left? Heaven sounds better than this decrepit land. The weak man shook the youthful man’s hand.

The weak man gave directions and then, suddenly, blacked out. He was in the air falling. His weak body slung down as gravity pulled him into a black abyss. He screamed as he plummeted into a black sky, memories of his wife surrounding him. He screamed, but this wasn’t the end. The skin on his bones began to shrink, clinging to the sides of his arms like a father’s grip on a child’s hand. The next level was hot. The air smelled like burnt meat and charred flesh, red flakes flying past him as flames burnt the skin on his naked body. He went from level to level, cloud to cloud, hoping to finally reach the ground. There seemed to be no end. . . until he finally reached a hard surface. A hooded monk held out his hand, pulling him up from the weakened state he lay in. “Did it feel good?” asked the figure.

The weak man sighed and closed his eyes. And so, he would soon find out he lay in a state of Amnitous. He felt his body tear apart at its seams as pain rushed through his legs. He couldn't take it anymore. He ripped out the hair on his head and prayed for it to end.

"All I wanted was Heaven."

WISP IN MOLECULUS - sandy shore (2025)

You see, this is a prime example of Amnitous. He was so close to reaching what he desired; going to Heaven, and finally resting after all those years of pain. However, as close as he was, the weak man was ripped away, only seeing a second of it - it was above him the whole time. The monk greeting him was the monk leading him to Hell. He didn't do anything bad, that is to be made clear. He just made a deal with the Devil. As said prior, people don't know their puppets until it's too late.

You should hope not of Amnitous.

(Below) Shining Light in Yemen - sandy shore (2025)

[anastasia-krow]

weight of January

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“My thoughts are too many to bear the silence of being so frequently alone…an unsocialized, caged animal yearning for the hand’s affection, who bites the hand out of fear that it comes down rather in harm”

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[tuckerpearce]

every time i was listening to this song i was just thinking it would sound so good on piano so this is me satiating that need, enjoy ☆

[woodgrainskeleton]

new video up

2007 Canon Vixia footage that i shot and cut up,

i thought housofpsychoticwomn was a good fit for the vibe i was going for

enjoy

@mothercain

[honeylover]

finally listened to the perverts EP while on downers lying in my cozy bed. I had my doubts but yes its soothing and erotic and gorgeous

[dvmpsterbunny]

@mothercain

[augustaaaa]

𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑙 @mothercain

[myloveonherknees]

@/hisethelcain. “HAPPY F$ING NEW YEAR” twitter, 31 dec 2020.