Damien Ark

my body is sulfur, watch me get fucked in wet concrete

help how do i escape eons of astral punishment

i love that song.. a lot of Arthur Russell pieces make me think back to my lover that's passed, since he was a big fan.

that's us

YouTube video by krabsogood X Or Size - Covert ID

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drinking warm rainwater, licking limestone cave walls, bat fangs embracing a welcoming neck, mystical auroras dancing over us as i rimmed and you sucked, a cold sweat, sucking frozen cum-stains out of a hand-knitted family sweater, reminiscing of backfloating in the sunset

the procession at the edge of the river where i buried your suit of armor

licking your wounds only makes them worse

we fucked while chained to the ocean floor

glimmering and smothered

our souls sinking through the silent volcanic baths of venus

trapped inside an opaque glass prism

giant moths infest my quartz skull

you're blinded by deathcock

caramel teddy bear gets lost in an abyss

vapid wormhole echo of a haunted childhood

a plague of frogs can dismantle the strongest of tyrants

bloody rusted collar and mouthful of chrysanthemum flowers

fucking myself to manta ray sex tapes on vhs

lost in a meadow of frightening robotic cows

‪i'd enjoy retiring as a coyote on an abandoned island. an island where angels were sent to die. where we'd be reborn as fallen angels. we'd slaughter park rangers, grow into giants, topple dilapidated military barracks, and become unforgiving, carnal lords, and protectors of the forests.

YouTube video by PARADIGMAS ex_libris - #13-20 (wetlands)

in thought of youtu.be/osFTDdqSh3E and how the mystical power of sound can propose a deeper sense of therian spirituality. digital synth pads of soaking wet dub transmits to a heartful animalistic call to prayer.

kelp forests lead to aquatic temples in which us sea otters pray in squelched tongues. whale corpses act as spirit gates in which our family sways from one ancestral song to the other. at night, we dive into an ocean of endless bioluminescent plankton while albino ghost dolphins sanctify our bay.

ready for my autopsy

my new life in a permanent black rubber suit

among the skulls of my dead brothers

i dream of tranquil white flowers flooding the cavity

climb inside of my corpse. my ribcage is your staircase to heaven. be the marrow in my bones that explodes us to stardust.

rotting could be another form of ascension

returning to hell