𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

netflix is all like “CONTENT WARNING: fear, gore, language, nudity, smoking, suicide, violence” … okay so just like real life in 2025 then got it

hard to believe something so cursed could ever truly be killed by human magicks

twenty years of training & planning, that dude would be fucking smoked

assassinate mister beast

Illustrated comic by Yeppenny Doodles of a cute bunny reluctant to rest, and a cat tucking the bunny into a blanket and reminding them that rest isn’t a reward but rather it is part of their progress.

You deserve rest 💙 #art #comics

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thank you so much!

you know this means he’s gonna. honestly he probably already has. look at those hollow, soulless eyes

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selfie of me wearing new glasses that are a little big for my face with clearish nutmeg frames. sorry I know this alt text is bad I’m so fucking fried rn

new frames test … y/n?

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Stick figure guy looking at a Lovecraft compilation saying “wow! Monster beyond comprehension” meanwhile an arrow going over his head shows the point he is missing: MASSACHUSSETS IS THE SCARIEST PLACE ON EARTH

a bunch of cool stickers

a bunch of cool envelopes

oh boy gonna lose a big hunk of income soon i love capitalism
on an unrelated note would 57 people like to join sticker club in the next two months
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9. History of the Occult (dir. Cristian Ponce, 2020).

Cosmic horror filtered the lenses of a political thriller, an only somewhat exaggerated metaphor for the presence of external parties like America interfering in democratic elections and propping up dictators for their own interests...

7. The Black Tower (dir. John Smith, 1987).

Picture a 20min slideshow where a narrator is driven into insanity by the spectre of an obsidian obelisk looming tall over everywhere he sees.

I swear, it's better than it sounds.

eurorack-format modular synthesizer on a tabletop

pen and ink drawing on aged paper. asemic text

a section of my prose poem Chrysopee. "My capsule is embedded in a cancerous ganglion inside the corpse of a stalking god. Our neural abnormalities, the result of blind chance or twisted providence, facilitate our connection. Suspended inside of her the blinding scream of my senses dulls to a background torture, as her once-unfamiliar organs of perception shudder into wakefulness for the ten-thousandth time and envelope me in the dissociated remove of a nitrous oxide bath. Her limbs stretch with the sound of groaning steel and grinding teeth. You would not find her beautiful, nor me. Her form has not been anthropomorphized, encased in sleek and sanitizing plating, given an image to engender her to the public. She is thew and ligaments like cable and raw muscle wrapped around osseous promontories and jagged, suppurating eruptions of life-severing weaponry. I am shorn and scarred and studded with rusting ritual implants. Separate, we are scorned, broken, reminders of failed branchings which would rather be forgotten. Together, joined, we are empowered to pursue our special interest. Our union is unrepentantly repugnant, an affront to life; ours is the monotropism of killing."

cayce mirror selfie, black shoes black barrel pants black cropped hoodie zipped up, black kn95, yellow suspenders worn down

new 📍
i am cayce
i make music and visual art and write.
i will do these things with you, if you like.
cayce.zone

that second nilbog album was a masterpiece

tbh I only thought “the yellow knife” was so-so … almost like a tamer retread of themes from some of fusilli’s earlier films, particularly “fresh blood in an umbrella’s shadow” & “six blind rats”

… something something Body Ritual Among the Nacirema post

I was gonna say that it’s up to future generations but like … why wait? chronicle the living history, the ever-unfolding American Now

dang now that I’m googling this (japanologist, indologist) it appears to be a pretty regular thing for most countries with actual history

sinologists for china

don’t present me with fictive histories man I’ll iterate on that shit all day

tbh I only thought “the yellow knife” was so-so … almost like a tamer retread of themes from some of fusilli’s earlier films, particularly “fresh blood in an umbrella’s shadow” & “six blind rats”

if you'd like The Yellow Knife, you'd like the possibly fictional Italian horror films @waveform.observer and I cooked up in order to soundtrack superspectrum.bandcamp.com/album/massim...

rottweiler with the garrotté wire

one day they will huddle over the wan, faded glyphs of their adding machine tapes. some will still remember a time when they were rich, saturated, subtractions redder than blood. they will tell tales of the Ribbon Changer who left this world for another

WHERE WAST THOU WHEN I REMOVED THE DOORS FROM THE CABINETS? DECLARE, IF THOU HAST UNDERSTANDING

one day they will huddle over the wan, faded glyphs of their adding machine tapes. some will still remember a time when they were rich, saturated, subtractions redder than blood. they will tell tales of the Ribbon Changer who left this world for another