I BLED OUT ON THE CONCRETE AND NONE OF YOU HELPED.
YOU JUST STOOD THERE, WATCHING, THAT PARALYZING "SYMPATHY" IN YOUR EYES.
Decide for yourself if my art is satirical, fetishistic, moralizing, commentorial, parodic, romanticizing, serious, or propaganda.
Remember - the author's message can only ever meet you half way.
AO3 ACCOUNT
POEM;
I want to
stick
my calcium-carbonate tipped
twin claspers
in the
birthing canal
of
a dead
deer.























