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HR Giger 'Satan 1' (1977). Also the cover of To Mega Therion by Celtic Frost

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how many versions of me (repeated) are there?

(adding this bc of the innumerable number of tags with this - yes this is plural-coded! i have DID!)

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Signalis (2022) [H.P. Lovecraft, The Festival] /Sagittarius A* / Kathy Acker, Pussy, King of the Pirates / Outer Wilds (2020) / Is There a God-Shaped Hole at the Heart of Mathematics? / Drain for overflowing water at Sambuco Dam, Lavizzara Valley / ? / Thomasin Frances, Hole Theory (15/10/2022) / Bryan’s Ground, a public garden in Herefordshire on the Welsh border. / odd, weird, strange and unusual / Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves / Evil (2019-2014) / Judas H., Overflowing With Empty / Illustration of the Annular Eclipse of 1836 from “A fourteen weeks course in descriptive astronomy”, Joel Dorman Steele (1836-1886) / @imdad_barbhuyan on Instagram / The moon’s Copernicus crater. Through magic glasses. 1890. / Kaveh Akbar / Dune (2021) / x / Dmitry Kochanovich, Epiphany (Russian,b. 1972) / The Silt Verses, Chapter 41: But As My Last Breath Splits My Throat / Yousif M. Qasmiyeh, The Camp is a Bait for Time / Darina Muravjeva, Hole / Hilde Heynen in Heterotopia and the City / x / Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers / x /  Louise Glück, from Descending Figure / Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay. / Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried; from “A Letter To Love” / Lara de Moor, Orb (2014) / Sam Sax, Pig / The National - Wake Up Your Saints / Aleksander Rostov / Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun / Gregory Orr, [i want to go back] / Thomas Ott / ? / Judas H., Overflowing With Empty / James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room / Massive sinkhole swallows house in Florida / Edna St Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952) /Silent Hill 4 (2004) / @/vren-diagram / Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t / Law of Holes / Scarlet Hollow (2021) / China Miéville, from Railsea

(part one)

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the ortiz family has been friends with the morgenstern family for years. they're next door neighbors. the childless morgensterns took to the ortiz twins like doting grandparents often do, and augustus was the one who gave reyes his first job. the morgensterns owned the only funeral home in town. the mechanic job only gets him enough money to pay rent, get some groceries, utilities. he saves up to work on his truck with the money he makes from mr. morgenstern as an assistant at the funeral home. and it was he who helped mr. morgenstern prepare his father for burial.

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"i found god in you," said reyes.

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vincent works at a bar called the river spirit inn, named after an old legend about a beautiful young woman who lost her lover to the local mines. she'd come out to the river and watch it day and night until finally she filled her pockets with rocks and waded out into the middle of the gushing river, never to be heard from again. her spirit has been seen in the center of the river, watching the goings on of the pub that had once been her home. he's a bartender. a pretty decent one too, if you don't talk to him much. reyes and rosa stop by daily. it's about a ten minute drive from vincent's parents' house and reyes' apartment. reyes' apartment is across from a lake, big and open, spreading into new york state. named earhart's lake after the pilot amelia earhart flew over the lake in her final flight. rosa lives on campus, but lives with their mom during summers up until they move in with reyes after their junior year of college.

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@joelpersels on tumblr

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Tuco Amalfi

Meditation, 2010

acrylic on canvas

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oh, you're praying to God? he's not gonna fuck you you know

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vincent doesn't know where the hallway ends, just that it winds almost like a constrictor's muscles do, and as he walks, it's almost as if the darkness of the corridor is eating itself behind him. he won't look back, can't force himself to overcome the all-encroaching fear that wells up inside of him like a lump in his throat, like a secret in his chest, locked up in seven different ways, when he so much as thinks about it. after walking, almost running, sprinting down this never-ending, ever-expanding path, he fails to see any hope. but just as this feeling flits across his consciousness, a door appears. he opens it and open his eyes. he's in bed, but he can't move now. his legs ache from exertion. he looks down and sees his shoes on his feet, above the covers, bed a mess, and there are eyes, so many eyes, peering out at him through the darkness. vincent screams, or tries to. he's read about this: sleep paralysis. he knows and yet he doesn't, and as he tries to fight it, the fear sits upon him like a demon, like a rock meant to crush his ribcage, slay his lungs, break his heart. the eyes coalesce into one giant orb, spinning impossibly fast before stopping short to gaze right into vincent, through him, boring holes into his very flesh. it burns. he tries to scream again; he never stopped trying to scream. when he can screw his eyes shut, cover himself from certain doom, is when he can finally breathe again, fold in upon his own form, the fetal position finding solace in the womb of his mattress and blankets. he whimpers. he knows that eye.

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lou reed of the velvet underground, 1974.

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