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I see what you mean.
Art account for "Dying Eyes".
I was Repunstruction on the old site.
narfnra.bandcamp.com
echoesinthedeep.tumblr.com
narfnra.itch.io
ko-fi.com/dyingeyes
getting closer
February 11, 2026 at 5:47 AM
The end comes...beyond dinner
February 8, 2026 at 10:48 AM
i really like this "Locust detail from a hunt mural in the grave-chamber of Horemhab, Ancient Egypt, circa 1422–1411 BC" so in like 2017 i went and did a really quick 2500 years later fan redraw. shout out to the painter of this locust
February 8, 2026 at 4:07 AM
Bye.
February 2, 2026 at 5:56 AM
What are you reaching for? There is nothing here for you. Oh, they'll say they accept you. But you and I both know that being accepted on their terms is worse than being dead. Hah hah hah hah hah.
February 2, 2026 at 5:55 AM
That's all the time I have.
February 2, 2026 at 5:54 AM
This one will affect the Timetable.
February 2, 2026 at 5:52 AM
Human Death God
February 2, 2026 at 5:51 AM
citizens of many places
February 2, 2026 at 5:49 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:48 AM
Gate of Time.
February 2, 2026 at 5:48 AM
All of us.
Them.
February 2, 2026 at 5:47 AM
I wonder, sometimes, about the purpose of all existence, about the meaning inherent in all things. Then I remember I don't actually care.
February 2, 2026 at 5:45 AM
"I am highly dissatisfied with my life and so I created this entity, whose only purpose is to exist. Hello." ...from 2018
February 2, 2026 at 5:44 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:43 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:43 AM
lviing in pain
February 2, 2026 at 5:42 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:41 AM
it remembers. it always remembers. some people think people forget the b ad things they do, but it never forgets, ever , even when it dies, because it can't really die, not like that, it knows very well, and it doesn't like it.
February 2, 2026 at 5:40 AM
the spike dancers peddle the greatest ware of all - an escape from eternity, a distraction in the long slow march to the future.
February 2, 2026 at 5:27 AM
The Mother of all Flies, praise her! She that brings clouds of death, praise her! Without her, rot would remain on the ground forever. Without her, we would live in a realm made entirely of filth! Praise her! Praise her!! Praise her!!!
February 2, 2026 at 5:26 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:25 AM
February 2, 2026 at 5:25 AM
At this point I am not even trying to be funny.
February 2, 2026 at 5:23 AM
there were plants and birds and rocks and things
February 2, 2026 at 5:19 AM