rumograph - is rumo real ?
is rumo real ?

the underground is a burial the same way the road is a cemetery

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1 month ago
i cradle festering wounds because don't i have to? at the end of the day, i was the one who filled myself with some kind of rot that can only be fixed by clambering over barbed wire and begging please, please don't let me go on like this

i carry the bullets that should've been theirs because god knows that they should've went more peacefully than they did. the blood i choke up means nothing compared to what i could have spared them from

the bullets i carry // chicken scratches


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1 month ago
Was Cutting Out Animals For Collage Stuff And Decided To Make This :)

was cutting out animals for collage stuff and decided to make this :)


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1 month ago

just finished night in the woods !!

started playing night in the woods today :)


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1 month ago
Some More Old Art I Found Going Through My Sketchbooks

some more old art i found going through my sketchbooks


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1 month ago

does anyone want to be friends on goodreads. maybe


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1 month ago

"i was standing in someone else's happiness begging to be let in" is such a poignant line you'd expect it to be from a poetry book or something but instead it's from james acaster's 1999 cold lasagne hate myself


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1 month ago
Just Realized I Never Posted This Drawing I Did (almost A Year Ago Now) ??? Which Is Weird Considering

just realized i never posted this drawing i did (almost a year ago now) ??? which is weird considering it's one of my favourites of this guy


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1 month ago

puppy's gonna need a smoke and a drink and a solid brick to the head ok?

1 month ago
New Character That Is. Around Five Seconds Away From Ripping Someone To Pieces

new character that is. around five seconds away from ripping someone to pieces


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2 months ago

i have wrote almost a thousand words in less than an hour. i think something is wrong with me


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2 months ago
The WIGGLE

the WIGGLE

Mike Patton with Tomahawk at Mouros Festival Portugal 2003

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2 months ago
He turns killing himself into a running gag. At some point, it stops being funny and starts being sad. And at some point, it stops being sad, so he stops. And then he is just running gagged. His life is a fireball show & he lives it on an ace note and a few beers. He sleeps with the man who tends to the pickled punks, when he's in town, that is. They pretend they don't know any better, just for the thrill of it. He makes himself worse and worse until it loops back around to being amazing; he makes himself the happiest clown in Ireland. Most evenings he is found in his trailer with the stilt walkers; tonight he is drinking & drinking & making them laugh until they choke. To be a clown is to always be on the job (at least, he tells himself this to keep things going). They play cards and he ends the night with bleeding knuckles and 30 euros less in his wallet. Ends the night laying in bed missing the man from the freak show. Ends the night dreaming of jarred fetuses and wakes to the smell of formaldehyde. But the show must go on, and so must he. He takes some painkillers and paints his face like clockwork; he makes himself the happiest clown in Ireland.

thing for a story i am currently writing ! it won't be on here after ive finished the first part (too long, will be on substack, & just don't want to) but any poetry / short stuff will be on here :) hope you like my silly circus people


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2 months ago

i am hating this new tumblr layout so much. i dont have the words to describe how put off i am


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2 months ago
This Little Ant Wants To Play You A Song

this little ant wants to play you a song


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2 months ago
Practicing With Charcoal :)

practicing with charcoal :)


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2 months ago
tonight i lay to rest and i feel 
the ceramic crash over my head
it is another friday and i am
dragging myself over the potholes
stripped of my ability to 
communicate through the dirt
i am a man of a million faces and
i have planned my death a million times over
when i close my eyes i feel the seatbelt 
against my chest and when i wake up i am
carving my name into my tombstone 
tonight i lay with the bones of foxes and 
we talk about how the headlights
are just as beautiful as stars when 
you're face down in the gutter

roadkill // (tonight? tonight)


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2 months ago

making my alarm in the morning entry of the gladiators (again) and this time it will go well !


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2 months ago

i am feeling unusually good this evening


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