Bark Bark

Eva Strapp or whatever

“Do Dead Malls Go To Heaven?”

Finally, he sees Little.

He enters the tent, realising Edward is still alive and resolving to sit aside him to offer what little comfort he can before the man finally succumbs.

Little raises his head, and his dull-eyed gaze just a fraction, leans in close to Crozier, trying to speak.

Crozier draws closer in kind, hoping to catch Edward's final words.

But then, summoning the very, very last of his strength, Little lunges forward and rips Crozier's throat out with his fuckin' teeth.

And instead of just outright saying "we don't wanna hear you talk about it at all because we don't care/we benefit" (because that wouldn't fit the Good Person Image) it's always treated as bad timing or bad expression.

So when is the time. When will be a good time to talk about the increasingly overt and growing presence of the antiblackness in the room. Or is the enforced policing of Black voices the preferred state of things here, to maintain nonblack comfort at all costs. Bc I wish y'all would just say that instead of all this other shenaniganery.

I finished my mechanisms painting!!! It took about 2 weeks and was super fun. Reference photo and progress images under the cut. 12x16 inch acrylic on canvas.

@lieutenantfest

Wednesday - Hodgson