Persephone Possum 🔞🇵🇸

Ah Guan, a man who is the archetypal “born to shit, forced to wipe”, exists in a world where he has to be the night soilman because indoor plumbing and sewage treatment systems haven’t been invented yet but surveillance and other policing techs are futuristic

an imaginary little cabin suspended in the sky

Suspended
watercolor 15x11 inches
#art @bsky.art

“Ah Guan was an anarchist but he bowed to the porcelain thrones all the same, whatever worn and yellowed thing protruded or sunk into the earth”

Taking my darlings out back because the banger line I wrote contradicts the fundamental worldbuilding

sour cherry zine 2026 pictured here

black tote with white screenprinted design that says "a lil angel.... a lil devil!" with a cat angel and a cat devil and some clouds

new tote with a different take on the sour cherry logo - sour cherry in green and the tops of two cherries lookin like a juicy butt

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this friday we will be celebrating our 4th birthday with a little party all afternoon. we will have a raffle (winners announced at 7pm), & the new free sour cherry zine!

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The pain is immense. The old fucker can really kick, the only thing left to him of his glory days throwing his whole body like a cruise-missle boots-first across an interrogation table, just like he saw the swine do in old HK copagonzo flicks. Ah Guan wants to shit himself, but he flexes it back up inside his cramping guts. He can't just shit himself in the street. Who would clean it up? Witnessing God get his ass stomped into creation changes a man. King Fuck now understands, on some level, why so many holy men kill themselves when the ecstacies and the visions wear off. Fools. Holy Emperor Fuck knows what all the monks and priests of the world never figured out: it's the real estate that keeps you sane. Barnaby slips on the slick, airborne like a Sunday funny who sat on a tack. God, sensing his opportunity, limps upright and away. Absent his God, Holy Emperor Fuck turns to the angels for guidance, finding only the howling of an old man with a broken ass.

The Night Soilman Cometh

Gilbert Hernandez’ A Scanner Darkly, with a little of Inherent Vice and Garth Ennis crime comics. A Scatter Darkly, if you will.

ATTENTION CALIFORNIA

thankfully people have come through with support and i am less desperate than i was - have not felt like i was actively starving the last few days, at least. i would like to rebuild pantry stuff now the rat invasion is behind me & also be able to be cavalier about deep cleaning dishes and pots

A Safe Place to Buy by frog industrial concern Thirty pages of poems or things like them.

new poetry chapbook
"A SAFE PLACE TO BUY", work from summer 2025 to yesterday
$4 or best offer, free downloads encouraged
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
frogindustrialconcern.itch.io/a-safe-place...

welp, found a guy on reddit who appears to be digging a mine for asbestos-bearing rock in his backyard? i need to remember to check in on this occasionally

Pollack was an incredible trans rights activist, a visionary queer writer, and an inspirational Jewish practiticioner of magic and heresy. I would recommend Beatrix Gates as an introduction to her many achievements: pmpress.org/index.php?l=...

Woman in a purple and blue stripped button up shirt and black shorts. She’s smoking a cigarette in the backyard of her work

SHRIEK [11] these colors don't run / unless a hyena could cum! / American flag wrapped ruffled around his clitcock / tattered and bone-dry, as ever, at the end of the world. / Another futile ritual as prologue to the futile ritual of mail-order hyperviolence / as if to dry hands-washed of the dead nation dancing in the exhausted breeze of eternity up on its flagpole / like a corpse showboating in the noose it tied for everyone else and tripped into at the hanging. / At least the automated mail runs on time / privatized before the public execution of all life on earth / except, of course, for that stupid fucking bird / and the joke not in on his own telling At least something will get some goddamn deliverance, down at the post-office

It’s international women’s day and I’m women. Buy my books or give me $$ or you hate women and light and art and beauty.
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Mary Jane Watson wearing a green jacket, holding a cigarette in one hand and a match to light it in the other hand

Screenshot from the Planet of the Bass Tiktok where lyrics on screen say "Women are my favorite guy"

Screenshot from the Planet of the Bass Tiktok where lyrics on screen say "Tell the world 'stop the war'"

This song feels incredibly relevant today.

Cherry Blossom Leafeon 🌸

Joining the chorus for the once in awhile reminder that if you’re not following Persephone you should be. Have a look, read a sample, she’s the real deal.

Happy #transrightsreadathon I’m a trans author writing horror & I’ve got a huge back log you can choose from, that’s right baby I got range just like my gender expression 😎👌

50% of all my sales during #trr will go to CASANEM in Brazil

Wolfehorror.com

A young blonde maid walks in a mansion. She's wearing a barely there skirt and fishnets as she apparently talks to herself: "I wouldn't call being squeezed by a boa constrictor HARMLESS. Why didn't I listen to Momma and become an EXOTIC DANCER?" 

Stepped out of the way of a man on a bicycle and he said “don’t worry, I’d never run into you, beautiful.” Call this city an aquarium the way this fish is swimmin’

A member of ACT UP said that during the peak years of the AIDS crisis in the 1980s: “We went to funerals and buried our friends in the morning, protested in the afternoon and then fucked danced and partied all night.”

Because the world is on fire, it’s on us to live out loud. We need to do it all.

God is the last thing in Heaven or earth which could tell them no, and they can’t fucking stand it

They want to enslave/rape/dominate “God” because their self-importance is boundless, depthless; to make God their bitch is the final frontier of their subservience to the flesh, to their own humanity or any limits on their power.

Any reccs from the volumes you’ve picked up?

I will! Probably in the short story I’m c
working on, The Night Soilman Cometh.

Whenever you get to it, I hope you enjoy it! :D psychedelia/psychosis is the perfect time to dive in lol

Thank you Felix, that’s really kind of you :D

It’s even more unhinged insane, I promise you. I’m pretty proud of how singular it is and how it maintains a lot of heart in the insanity and brutality of it all. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it!

Mardi Gras Tequila Scorpion is a beautiful name for a girl, copping that for a character sometime

I’m definitely going to be cracking into some volumes later in the year, but I know the volumes largely separate by story, but I really enjoyed issue one’s pacing bouncing between Gilbert’s insane pulp fever dreams and Jamie doing much more grounded but still zany lesbian mechanic dramas

Evergreen beyond belief but Love & Rockets? It’s so fucking good dude. Read the first issue and I’m obsessed with it