So around November a friend gave me a deer carcass for a project I’m in the process of cultivating. I left it hang in a tree over winter to dry out. Today, I went to take it down…but to my surprise, I found new life forming in the heart of death.
THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME
Black Phillip, Black Phillip, a crown grows out his head.
Black Phillip,
Black Phillip, to nanny queen is wed.Jump to the fence post. Running
in the stall.Black Phillip, Black Phillip, king of all.
if you’re not standing barefoot in the heart of a foreboding forest and chanting to the old gods as the moonlight tangles its fingers in your messy hair and caresses your dirt-streaked cheeks what even is the point
My second (and final for this year) Kickstarter is coming up- Coyote’s Rebirth is a personal coyote merch series focusing around death and life, change and adaptation.
Launches July 1st 2018– some final edits may happen but keep an eye on the campaign before it launches here!
Launches tomorrow, around 12 PM EST!!!
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
A crown grows out his headInstagram: @debbiebalboa twitter:@DebbieBalboa
Look at it this way, if karma is something you believe in; if someone has done something awful to you, then what are you doing by cursing them but being an agent of karmic comeuppance?
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