i'm covered head to toe in reactive ceramics, your touch won't do a thing, no matter how much i wish i could have it.

healed by drawing twilight sparkle

i'm a poet and fiction writer. i released a book a few years ago. it is called NO TIGER. it is a lot of pretty bleak and absurd stuff, but i like extreme things. a pdf if you are interested flakwolves.su/NoTigerbyMIK...

Men die so easily. The yawn of Thanatos overheads in great relief, and by god, we love squelching into nothings on contact.

i'm covered head to toe in reactive ceramics, your touch won't do a thing, no matter how much i wish i could have it.

i'm gonna write the same things over and over until no one can write them like me!

i'm full of vigor, my limbs tipped kinesthic mass, i glide along the sonic plane, capture as i please, come! live in my horde, a formation of newborn tents with mouths that call for debaucheries of the beetle men (so savagery!) and the mistress dires (so hot!)

I believe I'm sick in the head in a way that is NOT good and definitely EVIL.

i keep thinking back on the blood puddle half the size of my palm, moisture still and smiling its bright red, getting scuffed by patters of thin fabric splinters of multicam pulling off the man's BDU

collage and digital painting of a gray coyote holding her own boobs and black detonating her lower half, streaks of yellow missile trails and red and orange cover the screen, with a dream bubble of fpv drones in charcoal

she dreams of the dread technologies

hello i have no money and my bank account and credit card have both overdrafted and i cant feed myself and i might have a job lined up and im trying to sell shirts and art ASAP but im sleeping on my friends floor rn and i am negative money and desperate & embarrassed right now & need any help

characters from danganronpa trigger happy havoc around a table full of plates and food. from left to right: junko enoshima, sakura ogami, aoi asahina, kyoko kirigiri, chihiro fujisaki, celestia ludenburg, toko fukawa, and sayaka maizono. aoi is rapidly consuming multiple bowls of soup to which toko looks at in fear. celeste is feeding chihiro a gyoza. sayaka looks at the viewer and gives a peace sign. junko is on her phone.

girl dinner

[SELECT + PRINT] by Dean (it's Dean) An 8 page, printable zine with zine making guide.

i uploaded this as a free to download/print zine on my itch_io 🙏 help yourself !!

machinedean.itch.io/select-print

#zine #zines

my character dr. fabrice corporis kneeling down and looking disdainfully at the viewer from a low, underlit angle. she is blowing cigarette smoke out of either side of her mouth.

mistress

collage and digital painting of a gray coyote holding her own boobs and black detonating her lower half, streaks of yellow missile trails and red and orange cover the screen, with a dream bubble of fpv drones in charcoal

she dreams of the dread technologies

its peak its peak its peak

clown college hitting a little different :o)

read my lesbian detective stories emptinesseffigied.com

dogfood summer

art from the month of february

thanks... i want to draw more but i feel kind of scared by it sometimes.

digital painting of an eye surrounded by a chaotic tapestry of dark and cherry reds, sun yellows and oranges. black script warps over the top of the image.

gore bunny eye

stature is thinking about a sea urchin she saw in the forest

batteries of fork trees fertile so fat so fawned of charcoaled bodies bent like petty curses, victims of prostitute frames dolled up in voyeur tributes desecration footy, its standard operating practice, minimum 480p tandem angles of impact witness every warhead must be fed corpses are justified retaliation targets its whatever, separate the limbs one more time. evacuate that man's ribs, precision frag those palms, long relinquished of their disarms. leaves of multicam shred in the black smoke wormy fire eats the meatiest leftovers a vampire stirs, she weeps and grumbles her auras satiate from the earth's cheekbones, pleasure herself upon the offered playtimes foul of a brigade pledged allegiance to make believe gods of blood, of chaotics blood for the blood god! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!!!! SHRAPNEL! SHRAPNEL, FOR THE SHRAPNEL WINDS! UNFORTUNATELY... SHE KIND OF LIKES IT WHEN MEN DIE! a vampire stiffens then becomes mist of shark frenzy, gorging on it all, drips of mad bloods through multiple axes all appropriate weapons giving her just what she needs, death, death just for her!

untitled poem about foul recents

stature is thinking about a sea urchin she saw in the forest

digital painting of an eye surrounded by a chaotic tapestry of dark and cherry reds, sun yellows and oranges. black script warps over the top of the image.

gore bunny eye

total evulsion;
cerebrospinal fluid
trickling from one eye