francis

make this cave more cavernous so i can scheme in peace

I hope you’re playing dead. (From one suicid4l creature to the next)

Instead I’ve retracted, rotted, decayed into a dangerously neutral state(stagnant as fuck). I feel like a plant that grows better in the dark(it’s summer). I wish I could live a thousand years just for the chance at getting it right, but who am I kidding? I contemplate death in even this short lifespan. At this point I’m not entirely convinced I’m not just a vehicle for death. (Purpose: to be beautiful & brimming with half-tapped potential, and to die horribly, regretfully. To initiate mass contemplation, ie: consciousness and change through tragic impact).

Light was June 2023, dark was October 2025. Same Whismy in different fonts (although now I believe even that has changed)

my time as me

I specialize in decrepit decaying floral

(:: the place I spent exactly half my life, we finally meet again. Time is a dangerous thing, and I am a nostalgic creature; memory lane is indulgent for me)

Welcome home

I fucking love this city

Replayed on the hundreds

what else