35, gay, Rat, furry
“These crosses all over my body, remind me of who I used to be and Christ forgive these bones I’m hiding, from no one successfully” ~ Ethel Cain
WEBSITE:
https://www.artofbrotherrat.com/links-to-my-online-galleries-and-spaces
identity & will be nulled by algorithm & content
The fandom I knew die
The art I knew die
The god I knew die
Nature die
expression through art die
Enjoy you IP and theory
Your prefab convenience
make counterpoints
You’re dead already
identity & will be nulled by algorithm & content
The fandom I knew die
The art I knew die
The god I knew die
Nature die
expression through art die
Enjoy you IP and theory
Your prefab convenience
make counterpoints
You’re dead already
But not last night
Sometimes you have a glass of wine and make beautiful art
But not last night
Sometimes you have a glass of wine and bleach your pubic hair making you look like someone’s ginger hyena dad oc…….
🐀🍷
Cheers?
But not last night
Sometimes you have a glass of wine and make beautiful art
But not last night
Sometimes you have a glass of wine and bleach your pubic hair making you look like someone’s ginger hyena dad oc…….
🐀🍷
Cheers?
And my friend and mine nails (we matched 🐀💜)
And my friend and mine nails (we matched 🐀💜)
Long
Snake
You are
Pink and veined
The more you want
The more it grows
Till belly full to rupture
your haunches shaking
Every inch filled
Not enough
Never enough
Slipping in
Slipping deeper
Slipping out
You kiss your lover
And taste yourself
Long
Snake
You are
Pink and veined
The more you want
The more it grows
Till belly full to rupture
your haunches shaking
Every inch filled
Not enough
Never enough
Slipping in
Slipping deeper
Slipping out
You kiss your lover
And taste yourself
Boiling hides and fur
Gelatinous
Blood clots in your fur
smell of copper and butcher
Heaving and shaking
You rattle the closet door
Leaving little pink pieces of paper
Here and there
And I want to
But I am fearful
Snapping jaw wakes me
Claws abend my spirit
Boiling hides and fur
Gelatinous
Blood clots in your fur
smell of copper and butcher
Heaving and shaking
You rattle the closet door
Leaving little pink pieces of paper
Here and there
And I want to
But I am fearful
Snapping jaw wakes me
Claws abend my spirit
sacrament
sacred
The knife
The sword
Crying for different reasons
Screams
When!
Why?
Come to me
La pieta never looked pathetic
When I rest this animal head
So full of anger
On my thigh
Let him rest
His hate will be sated
If every page of the bible
Is cum on
Burnt
sacrament
sacred
The knife
The sword
Crying for different reasons
Screams
When!
Why?
Come to me
La pieta never looked pathetic
When I rest this animal head
So full of anger
On my thigh
Let him rest
His hate will be sated
If every page of the bible
Is cum on
Burnt
bell muted
The sun setting
Casts evil shadows
closet door ajar
What fear is this
Belts
Bibles
I remember you
I am afraid
There is blood
And memory
crosses all lamb laiden
Buzz with flies
And in your gilded claws
The hammer
The nails
Suffering five and five reverse
bell muted
The sun setting
Casts evil shadows
closet door ajar
What fear is this
Belts
Bibles
I remember you
I am afraid
There is blood
And memory
crosses all lamb laiden
Buzz with flies
And in your gilded claws
The hammer
The nails
Suffering five and five reverse
“Good”
“Good”
“Good”
“Good”
covered in blood
From nailing lambs to walls
Beer and gold
Swords and swords
Who are you
Nails and hammer
Closet
And late night cams
Who are you
But a dick full of blood
To be spilled
Crucified
Tadalafil
Lowered pressure
Bleeding out
Between lower canine
covered in blood
From nailing lambs to walls
Beer and gold
Swords and swords
Who are you
Nails and hammer
Closet
And late night cams
Who are you
But a dick full of blood
To be spilled
Crucified
Tadalafil
Lowered pressure
Bleeding out
Between lower canine
patiently in quiet contemplation
Questioned, reasoned
But for a season
I give myself to the animals
Let rationality, reason and limitation
Cease
For a time
Let me now walk into the woods
And be naked under the moon
And when asked why
Let there be not reply
patiently in quiet contemplation
Questioned, reasoned
But for a season
I give myself to the animals
Let rationality, reason and limitation
Cease
For a time
Let me now walk into the woods
And be naked under the moon
And when asked why
Let there be not reply
Flowers gone dark and soft
The dew is honey
The itch of ants
The whirr of gnat
Blood and pink
Pulled and rolled
In the grass
Wet
The lord is quiet
The wolf walks
The small truth unmovable
His face covered
Breath of carrion throat
Return
Silent bells
Saturn looms
Flowers gone dark and soft
The dew is honey
The itch of ants
The whirr of gnat
Blood and pink
Pulled and rolled
In the grass
Wet
The lord is quiet
The wolf walks
The small truth unmovable
His face covered
Breath of carrion throat
Return
Silent bells
Saturn looms