SpookyRockyMountainOysters👻

Rivers of Blood, 'Talk to Me' and Grief Horror As a child, I loved creepy, spooky things, the special thrill they gave me.

Some rivers of blood and viscera to liven up your Friday night 👻

I know right?

Someday soon I will write a skeet so good that the internet and possibly the entire world will self destruct, but until then I hope you all are having a nice evening 👻

Girls don't like boys girls like drugs and French fries

"Your laugh is like a sunset," I say right before I nail gun my hand to the frame of a revolving door

i’m so relieved he didn’t win the nobel prize otherwise i’d have had to throw mine away

Cornmaze 👻

From still. Movie. Orgy scene. Three Weeks 1924 Fully dressed men and women in various displays of "lewdness" An orgy scene from presumably lost American silent film THREE WEEKS (1924). There is speculation, however, that a print of the film may be in a vault in Russia.

Me and a few people reading and reskeeting each other's skeets

Rivers of Blood, 'Talk to Me' and Grief Horror As a child, I loved creepy, spooky things, the special thrill they gave me.

Some rivers of blood and viscera to liven up your Friday night 👻

How many ghost peppers must I eat before I can walk through walls?

Yall may be spooky in October but I'm spooky all year round bitches 👻

whenever in doubt, always hip thrust

That harvest moon still got me bouncin' (communing with dead gods and asking for their assistance)

Prose Poem # 1 The Fall

Grief, fall, magic 🍂🍂🍂

my haters are building a complex network of trenches at the city’s edge

My ass don't quit....once it sets its sight on you, there's nothing I can do to save you from a horrifically gruesome death. I'm so sorry, please make peace with your God

You either die young or live long enough to see Gen Z discover your childhood song and make it go viral

Its October now men don't you dare slide into my dms unless you are a 12 foot tall skeleton riding a skeleton horse on someone's front lawn

advent calendar of pills i've found on the ground

feeling bad for The Onion writers having all their ideas stolen by reality

October is a time for letting go, allowing what you've been holding onto to die and rot and fall away so new things can grow in its place

I came here to read skeets and drink coffee and I'm now out of both, do you maybe have some crayons or something?

I’m not saying it would fix everything, but have we considered a nationwide dance craze

I would show you my third eye, but it would make you feel such an enormous wave of lust and disassociation that you would immediately die and for once I'm not in the mood for a love affair that messy

Trying to live a life just unsettling enough to warrant a second autopsy.

I saved money by bundling my depression and anxiety.

Thank you ❤️

Two paintings, one of the sun setting over the ocean, one of a crater pulsing with magma

Gonna go peddle my wares at the local art-atorium tonight wish me luck friends 🌈

Saturday! Saturday! SATURDAY! Saturday! Saturdays alright for weeping

Please forward my mail to this corn maze. I'm never getting out