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אברה (wingeater)
@wingeater.bsky.social
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angel feathers require specialized digestive organs (/not a girl/)
crow (feathers grey as pissed-in ashes)
I have the normal number of limbs for a jew
https://wingeater.itch.io/
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an excited child with shaggy dirty blond hair staring directly into the camera with a wide open mouth. 6 or 7 people are visible in the background
November 18, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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scribbled out messenger screenshot, Jun 30, "oh I wanna fuck the ocean" scribbled out messenger screenshot, 18 Dec 2021, from Our Lady of Saffron Hair except the word lady is crossed out because I'm not one but the other person was making me into a convent, I think: no I'm trying to fuck the ocean
November 17, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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cropped screenshot of discord in which wingeater's display image can be seen with a display name that begins with "the salt[]" there is part of a very low quality meme image with part of a child's head visible
November 10, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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generic meme: a person on one side of a bus is visibly distressed staring at a rock cliff, and a passenger on the other side is joyfully gazing on expansive vistas. both have the text "I'm a p-zombie" hovering over their heads
November 5, 2025 at 11:45 PM
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this is my guided meditation milk
it was made for me
Youtube video from an account called "the sound healers" (171k views, 3 years ago) called "Support Lactation Naturally | Gentle Milk Flow Activation | Bionomic + AU..." the image preview is ghostly digital wings against a background with blurry pinkish-orangeish red masses
October 31, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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screenshot of part of the tracklist of "Sing the Sorrow" by AFI. the song title "...but home is nowhere" is highlighted in red
October 30, 2025 at 10:43 PM
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I am sitting in very normal ways
white room with blood sprayed everywhere over a vintage TV and lamp and framed poster. it says "caption this with the second to last text you sent"
October 26, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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October 12, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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messenger screenshots: Fadensonnen Faden: thread, fathom, suture Sonnen: suns sonnen: to sun, sunbathe the stitching-together obscures the part of speech, so, is it threadsuns? suture-sunbathe? Fathomsuns? are the suns measuring the depth, pinion to pinion (there's another trace as I expand it), are they stitching a wound together or themselves burning points in a stitched wound? are they suns drawn out thin? do we sun ourselves in the depths, expose our raw wounds to the light? FADENSONNEN über der grauschwarzen Ödni Ein baum-hoher Gedanke greift sich den Lichtton: es sin noch Lieder zu singen jenseit der Menschen. AD SUNS the grey-black wilderness. hought in to light's pitch: there are ongs to be sung on the other nkind. context, let's look at "grieft sich den Lichtton" griefen can be grasp, seize, or! strike, as in strike a chord Ton, a musical note, or a tone of voice, or! clay you could also render it "one tree" or "the same tree" Or "beyond" rather than "on the other side"; "beyond" suggests more strongly that humanity has ended, whereas "the other side" suggests in English the sitra ahra (the not-godliness of kabbalah) which jenseits in German does not so much wilderness is also gentler; wasteland would be a good option Julia Holter wilderness sentence lady of gold, you would fit beautiful in my wilderness-oh, in your waters, I've dropped anchor APR 29, 2024 AT 11:20 of course it is very easy to tie this poem, these songs to sing beyond men, to Adorno's "poetry after Auschwitz" bit, which gives you a certain reading of course "ein Baum" could equally be the kabbalist divine tree which is ONE, or the song as part of the same tree that was before, or the old metaphor for the Jewish people, "hoher Gedanke" does height emphasize depth and point to the fathom reading of Faden? is the high thought the, Aristotelian/Maimonidean identification of the Divine with its mind/intellect, also tied to thntellectual sfirot which ↓ are at th 2 of the uhh, tree, and of course the kabbalist imagery also includes the ohr ein sof, the piercing thread of light that descends through the contractions of the worlds into the depths, oh it's all working isn't it, I don't know what you're talking about because I lack context but I love you disclaimer Adorno and Celan were absolutely having a fight and Celan absolutely studied kabbalah, I understand what you're saying within itself but there are a lot of Nouns And each Noun has seven other Nouns that are necessary for its definition so true
October 8, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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wings . . .
text: Historically, polyptychs were panel paintings that typically displayed one "central" or "main" panel that was usually the largest; the other panels are called "side" panels, or if hinged, "wings". Folding
October 7, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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heh
wingeater october numbered list: tongues wings limbs threads lattice filigree groove bruise inlay elytra slit shroud interstice strand larvae throat aggregate wound veil petal cell lime ochre smear scent cunt filament skin milk nacre hair bonus: boy
October 1, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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Anne Becker, from The Good Body (2007)
It oozes from the body like tears that bathe the slimy eyeball to sharpen sight. Like sweat that tempers the perfervid storm of the brain to coagulate thought. Like milk leaking from a livid warty nnipple, constant drip of nourishment. Like saliva, bubbles at the threshold of digestion. Extruded, like chitin, claw and shield. Like synovial grease that slicks the tectonic joints to loosen the jaws of the earth.
September 24, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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reference for @orphanim.bsky.social ; stealing her screenshot from my book which itch io censorship has banned for portraying incest, apparently
black pits[]) [] dimming sculptures[] pray for[] the folds of[] limp time[] as hopeless as[] language[]' are twins[] Rose in her[] dark curls shaved[] of
September 7, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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"Hard mode! If you were a non-legendary creature, which would you be?"

I limited it to cards in my commander deck and got my roommates' input, and they agreed
A photo of a magic card. Blood Glutton costs 4+1 black, creature–vampire, lifelink, 4/3. They're from M21; the art by Anna Podedworna features what I've been calling a lady but just realized is probably supposed to be a man with long black hair, golden eyes, and reddish dusky skin marked with brighter red lines. They have obnoxiously obnoxiously spiky black armor and are flourishing gore-dripping claws while sitting with huge "smoke break" energy on the corpse of a huge spiky dinosaur? dragon? pachyderm?
August 29, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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this is the raccoon. he is called Raccoon
a stuffed raccoon in sunlight on brown fake leather upholstery. he is somewhat floppy and looks pensive
August 27, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Haaretz article preview: 'stop the genocide': thousands of Jews, Arabs rally in Tel Aviv against Gaza war, hunger photo is a bunch of people with signs in Arabic and have and photos of malnourished children
August 24, 2025 at 3:10 AM
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Not effective
Sheet of paper with highlighted lines; some parts have been visibly "erased"; the lemon juice seems to make the highlighter pale and cold colored, but does not erase it and further damages the paper.
August 17, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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a wall. the far left is exposed uneven stone, a dark grey-brown. The rest is plastered; most is a splotchy rust-on-white wash down to about knee height, where it gives way to a band of white above a lower remnant of bare grey lime plaster. Towards the left is an inset door, painted a sunburst-fading light blue, rusting from the bottom, and haloed with a wide smudge in the washed plaster. The door has a strangely low dark diamond impression and slanted black handle, and the lower parts of the halo are marked with rich clay-red. A white subtitle reads: and a static history which we are unable to write.
August 13, 2025 at 9:48 AM
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some exciting literary criticism
I've opened to a random scene and based on this precedent I have to conclude that a tongue on a cigarette is a metaphor for sex, but "a pale twin called Agony" is a literal related family member with a really cool name
email screenshot: itch.io Support (itch.io) Aug 11, 2025, 04:52 PDT Hello, While adult content is still permitted on the platform, there are new restrictions that were imposed by our payment providers. Among these items is that we can no longer host content depicting incest. You can find the updated policy here: https://itch.io/docs/creators/faq#is-adult-content-allowed Please let us know if there is anything else we can assist you with. Thank you screenshot of wingeater's banned book: of his self[] a surge of brutal elation[] lashed him[] lividly illuminated[] black[] the sprawling god[] as he watched[] green-golden eye-spots[] devoured[] convulsions[] an embittered old vessel[] traced[] blue[] bones[] and his boy[] his tongue[] slanted[] bright-blue[] exactly above[] absent[] white[] writing[] on the[] bronze[] hollows[] of the[] Pale Fire[] in[] Salt[]: the fervor of its cobalt[] cut[] limbs[] that glint of copper[] Angel[] freckled red-haired lad[] on the tender border between[] abandoned[] green[] streaks[] An abyss of[] black[] glazed her hipbone; a shadowed dip[] with heavy, opaque[] her raised wings[] flashing[] hollow[] divine[] slipping off[] those miracles[] thick white veil[] over the bride[] her[] pale[] twin[] called Agony[] sun-hot[] with a brother's love[] buried in [] your[] brooding[] Rosepetal cigarettes, [] its[] ivory[] pale[] sacred[] tongue.[] virgin[] larvae[] of glossolalia[] subverbally[] low[] slip[]raw[] angel wings[] tasted her wound and its grip, [] breeding[] glossy[] copper[] in[] her 5 pages left in book 74%
August 11, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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things I want to ask the rabbi but also don't: since someone who is left-handed wraps on the right arm etc, is it that by them the sides are reversed in a deeper way, ya3ni 7esed is to the left and gevurah is to the right, and as such "left" and "right" are even less literal and are more an orientation to, forgive the irony of using this word, dexterity?
August 6, 2025 at 11:08 PM
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literally you keeping your gaze pure by shielding your eyes with cloth when you search
the Baba Sale zt''l as a young man. intensely penetrating gaze, head wrapped in dark cloth, wall behind him richly patterned
August 6, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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dark souls font SUPERVISOR EMAILED on a screenshot of an office desk from I think Portal 2
August 5, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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[Bandcamp screenshot with the lyrics open on track 9. The tiny album art is an ink drawing, probably smeared with real blood, of a ~woman naked and covering their face with long black hair and arms folded as in supplication] Bloodflow (A Milky Fluid) by Insula Iscariot 8. To Destroy, Sterilize, and Begin Again lyrics 2:45 9. Splayed Wings lyrics 4:11 (You're nothing now) (An imitation of what you used to be) (Shrunken down) (Blurry and weak) (Writing still in a milky fluid) (My face now has a new shape to it) (Inside the membrane) (Everything is gushing) (An overwhelming numbing) (I miss the feeling of real pain) (Writhing still in a milky fluid) (My face now has a new shape to it) I can feel it I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything I can feel everything Attempts at self-diagnosis and self-medication My body is clutter. I want blood. Vinyl, along with tapes, and CDs are available in the BLEAKHOUSE store: https://bleakhouse.co/collections/insula-iscariot
August 4, 2025 at 1:45 PM
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Oh, don't worry
I am

I am taking Lamentations everywhere I go
screenshot of an email notification from Team Sefaria to evra el[redacted] at 06:04 subject: Bring Eikhah with you
August 1, 2025 at 8:52 PM
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Three Poems from The Ink’s Path Bernard Noël Translated from French by Eléna Rivera 4.1 and now the hand gropes around to find a habitable page clearly it is necessary to leave behind the dark mouth do we ever know what the other side of our face looks like nothing murmurs inside us the why of reality and the no longer are just as formidable as the not yet while between both the present is a last gasp crushed underfoot someone who isn’t me expecting in me a noiseless sign speaking isn’t enough isn’t gesture enough to reach depths still speaking is all that remains even if lost in hearsay flights of words loom in the hinterland of living we hear them approach we dream for an instant of a shower of meaning and it would be the grace that was promised to us in childhood something latent and which suddenly blossoms in the body equal to a caress over the whole inside of our skin nostalgia for all that never was takes its place sometimes as if the trace were the same for both the lived and the desired too often we forget emotion has its night and its day 4.2 and now how is it possible to guess the shadow’s distance not the one that falls from the body the one that follows it could be that this shadow might just be an idea of shadow but nevertheless its substance as shadow would not be changed nor the weight of this thing that’s there for want of not being there what is it continually at our heels this empty skin already it’s assumed our name and we know nothing of it a trace in air exactly like a sound that fades in ringing why are we beating the space behind in order to catch up we dare not speak of a soul after speaking of a shadow unless soul and shadow share qualities of a revenant always disturbing perception with too much and too little having come back from the cavity of an absence where it irritates an appetite that can’t ever be satisfied someone walks behind our back and makes fun of the face-to-face because that’s how the body makes itself the shroud of all loss its own mourning always rekindles the wound of its desires 4.3 and now why for what reason seek out the unknown once again as if revelation could come at the end of insistence it still involves finding the word that could light up the body but what is it that the body and language have in common one day there may exist between the two a coincidence time at most for a cry of joy that didn’t know what it was what can a cry do thrown into ignorance of its meaning nothing but turn against the mouth spitting out oblivion ruined in the body itself the thrust toward the obvious we listen to a rumor inside the hinterlands of voice sometimes this resonates like a promise sometimes it’s just noise what are you waiting for says reason nothing arrives this way but everyone seems to stroke illusion as their highest good that which doesn’t exist only has existence thanks to us so the fiction strikes out reality or else takes revenge for not being good enough for life while occupying it syntax can do all but deflect the arrow that nails the age
July 30, 2025 at 12:12 AM