#outre

Ik im a poser larp chud who needs to die for liking more than 2 genres im sorry don’t bash my skull in and stab me 43 times im sorry!! Im sorry! Im sorry!!

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Outre | Hollow Earth | 2018

Polish Black Metal

Artwork by Mental Porn

I was camping out in a tract of public domain land, high chaparral desert, and one afternoon a man stopped me as I walked the dirt path from the one main road that went through town to where I was squatting.

He offered to share some sausages he was cooking on a makeshift grill of cinder blocks and metal shelving.

I tried to decline, not because I wasn't hungry, but merely for the gaurdedness of others that homelessness cultivates within you.

But he would not take no for an answer as he suddenly manifested roll after roll of toilet paper and piled them into my protesting arms until I was forced to sit in order to alleviate my burden and stuff the heaps of paper products into my traveling suitcase, my ever present companion in my vagrancy.

Despite the fact that the fuel for the fire was amalgamated from dried mesquite branches and gathered trash I remember it smelled tasty enough.

He rambled nearly without pause; about his children, lost to him because of his destitution, about injuries he could not get treated, about the wild dogs we had to fend off, about the rattlesnake he shot just a while ago...and about how life had once been better than this.

I still recall the wariness I had to every move he made as we shared our meal in the setting sun, my desire to both stay and eat my fill, and also to bolt before anything...untoward...should occur...

Although he asked me again and again to stay the night

I merely positioned myself back on the path outside his camp and pulling my suitcase behind me, thanked him for his generosity in sharing his meal.