DUDE WITH A PUSSY

THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO

*Gregorian chanting*

13.21

*leper bell ringing*

HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM

*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*

WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES

LITURGIES

AND MORE LITURGIES

*Templar knights praying out loud*

THIS ISN’T THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION

Stu Macher

SWORDTEMBER DAY 23: CARDIAC

Gristlebeat, of warm blood and living tissue 🫀🩸 In the dark of the cavern, it was near silent if not for that steady, rhythmic beating. It came from somewhere deep within the cave, behind lichen crusted rocks, tucked within the atrium of stone. The noise echoed through tunnels that wound deep into the earth like writhing veins, tangled arteries clogged by cobweb and stalactite. Standing at the mouth of the cavern, it felt like you were about to be swallowed whole.

The telltale sword… babump babump babump

Yesterday’s sword!

The more lost I get, the more free I shall become.

Model: Crying Madam

Photos taken by Attriage cross