Boxman is a ZA packing company and this shambling horror is their logo, its head half open, the child's school shoes click clacking towards you

after years of research and millions of man hours of work, we succeed in killing the ocean

Camp des Pecheurs, Mauritius

New year's day, 2024, Umdloti, KwaZulu Natal

"View from my Window" Facebook pages on Earth's last day

"I'll never get these fucking stains out"

going up this fella tomorrow

A night of fitful sleep under the judgemental gaze of the Madonna - Antigua, Guatemala

it was a parasite on our tree, or a thinking, carnivorous part of our tree-what's important is that Tina isn't coming home from her playdate

dress code: Nuclear Winter

Is that good

new series is LIVE
www.oliverleach.com/av3-series
password: mothra

most pieces are 1/1, one piece per image available. gorgeous prints! actual art, not ai vomit! things that will go to a museum after you die! and live forever!

[holding hand over receiver] everyone shut the fuck up, the menu options have changed

swipe down on Tinder to send someone straight to hell

Duvet day for Pickle

at the mall the credit cards stop working none of our cars will start the Sun is bigger than I've ever seen a helicopter falls onto the road

hanging over the city, the device begins spinning, from our hiding place in the hills we hear the screaming start, see the blurring air the smeared helicopters our phones blink over to 'emergency calls only' but we're enjoying this too much to even try calling anyone

our planet's final day, a perfect dawn, the riots have stopped now, hysteria and rage spent, you can watch the hot dogs roll behind glass in the 7-11, feel a deep sense of calm, gravity starts to change, the end of all known life

ritual murder on the Vatican moonbase, rumours of an angel seen on the Sea of Tranquility, Earth blue & silent, only static on the comlink

the little Microsoft paperclip guy only wanted to help, we forget that. if only we could forget that night, burying him alive in the desert

making nervous smalltalk as Anubis weighs my heart

You think you wanna see lightning strike someone who just shoved 80 hotdogs into his body but trust me on this one you do not

Finding mutuals on here like the dead recognizing one another's faces on the far shore of the river we must all cross

You’re about to leave the grocery store without the milk you came for when you hear that little voice: Joan, you must save the nation of France

In my neighborhood delivery drivers know to be on their best behavior on account of the entity