I started school and hardly have time for myself in the evenings. I am writing this in complete darkness. Playing some TOOL from my playlist. The angry and extremely sexual lyrics about anal sex and LSD trips are too abrasive to listen to on my early morning commute. It is almost 9pm ACDT. This is… Continue reading inferiority vs. self love
Some nanny on WordPress could very well tell me I'm revolting for discussing enjoying cartoon porn.
This pain was so exquisite. His body was deflowered and slathered with all the filth this revolting human body had to offer. Somehow, it made him feel so full. He ruffled his coarsely cut hair then tilted his head backwards at the endless dark ceiling and laughed.
You can call it gross and creepy. You can call it a disturbing kink that is specific to Japan. I call eroguro a thematic and aesthetic choice to express the fragile, filthy and transient nature of being alive. Horror is a big part of my life. I have read comics, watched films, looked at illustrations… Continue reading In Defence of Eroguro
Warnings: The insane.⚠️⚠️⚠️ In my house I had thought... This is what it means to be alive. This is the peak of cosmic love. Everything my mother meant to me, and the mother of all mothers in the universe. Love of womankind and love of humankind flooded into me. I played this song. It took… Continue reading My Big Psychotic Break