my death on this railway will clean up this world.

to you, who are above us all, poor creatures that we are :

stop pouring that holy water on my body, it's burning my skin, my flesh, and my heart.
let me die dirty as i am, i will never be clean as you wish.

the only irl company i feel right now is that of my hallucinations of these guys who came back to hurt me

the only contact i feel right now is that of their dirty hands on my body

my body is already cold, good night.

disgusting eyes of something disgusting
they're looking everywhere, everytime.

my childhood TV, i wish everything on here actually worked...

my disgusting deformed body is that of the antichrist who came to destroy the ideas of idiotic submissives of god.

shitty quality but the sky was pretty during the evening

to put some content i guess (all images are mine)