Brotherrat

It’s wild!

Brave fellow

The cage bars Saturn ringed
Run miles on this wheel
But not away
Snap traps set at all corners by my hand
Hold me under your claws
Put me to your fang
Fill my lungs with your breaths
Empty these lungs with your weight
If my love is suffering
How sweet the pain of my breaking
Under you

The cage bars Saturn ringed
Run miles on this wheel
But not away
Snap traps set at all corners by my hand
Hold me under your claws
Put me to your fang
Fill my lungs with your breaths
Empty these lungs with your weight
If my love is suffering
How sweet the pain of my breaking
Under you

Howled out worship: 2
Quiet now
As rain falls
In the center of my thoughts
What childish words
fleeting feelings
Center of self knowing
Held still until the body hurts
Until some outward thing shifts us
How can we claim to know another
When the landscape of us
Slides with such magnitude

Insta adds are so funny, like who genuinely believes their phone case is killing them or that their candle is putting off the same fumes as a coal refinery or that mushroom coffee is gunna do miracles but only if you don’t get the SCAM one
If they are selling something
Baby
They are LYING!

This book holds a special place in my heart, it is drenched in honey words and scandalous happenings, you’ll grab your proverbial pearls (in more ways than one!) This Reynard, takes its spot in my top 5 of all books. The animals here are humorous, pungent and rich in character, I miss them already!

Love ya goat!

Thanks!!

This book holds a special place in my heart, it is drenched in honey words and scandalous happenings, you’ll grab your proverbial pearls (in more ways than one!) This Reynard, takes its spot in my top 5 of all books. The animals here are humorous, pungent and rich in character, I miss them already!

Howled out worship: No.1
Come round again
Pastel blush and perfume
To kiss us back awake
Tears of joyful reunion
Empty the earth of sleeping seed
Burst forth to green
So we sing
Breathing the storms
That clarify us
Oh sun, firstborn
Bloom in the path
A merry flower
Of simple prayers

🐀💜 Benjamin

Thanks big Horse!!!!!

SQUEAK 🐀💜🐁

🐀💜 Benjamin

awwwwoooo!!!!!!!! uwu🐀💜

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I will do my best to keep the company of many many many howling wolves
To drown out its mewling

It shall not my last breath steal
Its name shall not be last on my tongue
It shall not be my final thoughts
It’s snares will not be my guide
And through worship of my choosing
I will do my best to path through it
Though it may try to howl the loudest
To steal my attention back

Though the false world hangs a noose for us, it is not our full duty to use our last breaths to decry the noose nor the false world, before the mammal spine snaps, with my last breaths, I hope I can sing out the praise of the things I love, in thankfulness to shame this idiot world

Wherever WHEREVER, you can…do! Harness your will and center yourself. Feel what your animal feet feel below you, feel the air in your lungs, call to your own spirit and animals.
This is “back to the heart of worship”

And it may take costume, candles, incense, expressive clothing, meditation, prayer, dance music, substances, what have you, to do so some days, but do it! Damn it do it! Put away the thoughts of what the world says “you must” we all die on this sword after so long holding it at bay. “But” no no

If we can open our eyes to the animals, if we can remember to look “through the veil” (we must wear it at times to survive in a very physical sense) if we can learn to look through the veil as through a mask or fursuit head, we can see once again our own spirits and animals reflected in the earth.

Whatever you want to call it, is not the world we truly live in, it is the world we have agreed upon for our safety and comfort or so it would seem, to inhabit and it is largely born, much like the animals, out of the wills of evil deeds and greed. We are beholden to its tricks and forget the veil

This false god of entertainment, numbing, ownership, opinion and argument, the false god of words with no actions, is TRICKY.
I have deployed most cunning foxes, with their devilish minds against it and they have returned bleeding and blistered. It’s no joking matter. The “other world” false god