I talk about eating god, as if my belly could hold him, god’s belly fits the entire world, the entire creation inside. Curious. I talk about god eating me, soft, sickly bone devourer, a ritual of teeth and marrowed worship a strange fleshy maiming of my monstrous body but god, brutally tender, already resting in a universe of eaten things, says devour your fucking self.
a couple months ago i found this by the side of the road and i’m still not sure what to make of it
There are so many ppl freaking out in the comments. It’s a dead animal, and someone found it interesting enough to add something to it. It’s not “fucked up” and whoever did that is not a “serial killer” just bc you are a little squeamish. Death is just a thing that happens.
Placing flowers in/ around the dead is a beautiful way of honoring it and making something sad into something artful and moving. It’s like putting flowers on a grave or shrine and you’re all boring cowards
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away, Where innocence burned, in flames, A million miles from home, I’m walking ahead I’m frozen to the bones
A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way I’m riding up the heights of shame I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest I’m ready for the fight and fate
Polydactylism is the congenital abnormality of having extraneous fingers or toes. As visible above, this individual had six toes on both feet. This is an example of postaxial polydactyly, because the extra digit occurs on the pinky side of the foot.
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