VILE: WET
again, appologies, no scannner, no more.
A clear transcription of text can be found at the bottom, beneath the the paragraph of exhausting excuse and exposition below;
If it is not apparent already: we are quite embarrassed with all the VILE.
This is the only piece of the VILE series that was ever subject to change. As progenitor to the series, our rule of ceaseless movement was merely applied on a whim to the first iteration of "WET" and we did not follow it with intentional adherence. So the two subsequent versions pictured here are technically the first official additions to the "VILE" series as they were the first to be produced without a moments pause whatsoever.
This being said, these were only an exercise at the time, we did not know that we would experience a continuous compulsion to pump these pieces of shit out one after another. We still find it funny to reference them as a series considering they are some of the worst things we have ever written, but there are so many, and in sharing them with you, we are forced to read them ourselves for once and thus access all the introspective bullshit that people claim can be gleaned within strict, unwavering, stream-of-consciousness writing. As we were getting wet, getting violent and vile,
the "series" was yet to exist
we don't like its existence.
It just is
as we are just yours
Even our most vile parts
especially the VILE:
For visual clarity, we will transcribe the text below. We will fill in gaps of missing letters and correct some spelling errors severe enough to make a word unclear. other than this, no edits will be made.
VILE: WET (Small/duplication)
everything about this city is wet, the arid summer made up in sweat; it is deafening:dumb I cannot hear over the water fountains and sweat and the ponds that they made there full of viscous liquid making me sick making me violent and vile. and when i dream i am hanged and exsanguinated (THIRD) and being left and turning and being salting and turning to jerky and as i awake i am wet, releasing wet into wet and bathing in all that wet lest the wet become putrid, walking in my soggy shoes and glistening in oil-- polished as a doorknob: Confessions of a Shoe-in;
I am so fucking wet.
VILE: WET (extension)
remaining there you there with him in his robes sink into the eb and flow of the sink and this city is soaked everything in the city wet, the arid summer made up in sweat; it is deafening--dumb: i cannot hear over the water fountains and the fountains making mechanincal and the ponds they installed there full of viscous liquid making sick making me violent and vile and when i sleep i dream of insanguination, being hanged and insanguinated, being left and turning, salted and turning to jerky and i awake and am sweating through the bedsheets and it stings and i hope its sweat because it stings and itches and expires sooner so sooner than jerky would by many although i do not know if it spoils when the meat is wet, my meat is wet in the middle and the out place, perspiring from the outplace and the outside where the wet falls and reminds you that the clouds are mist and that you cannot grasp or walk on or touch or grasp like lumps of of cotton but rather would soak you and will and does upon my forehead from out and out and inside burning wet and boiling like the sacrament like i once beleived in jesus christ and ive been soaking and sick and baptised and so sick, sad i think maybe but soaking all the time since he told me we no longer have anything in common but i can keep the water the sacrament whatever id like, my share, and it is wet and i am wet releasing wet into the steam heat of this vast and vile machine and bathing in all the piping and wet lest the sweat become rancid, putrid in the city wet and walking in my soggy shoes and glistening in oil, polished as a doorknob: confessions of a shoe-in showing signs and everyone cold and soaking and and cold and mostly showing regret shewn portraits damaged in the moisture of my storage in the attic where it rises and settled to douse my portrait and anoint it anointed forever in the eyes you no longer have anything to talk about nor in common save the rain, the sun&sweat and see you and see you and coughing black that only may be blood and beginning to forget.
Other "VILE" pages linked below:
IN LOVE
DRY
DARK
BRIGHT
There are more
many more
somewhere in
THE STACK
we will post them as
they present themselves
although, they are not entirely In tact
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"Holy shit, they actually got it right. I thought they'd never get it right."
It's funny when the hallucinations actually gender me correctly. I'm plagued by voices that are annoying and also transphobic to me personally.
By the way! By the time you guys will be seeing this, I will be back home in Chicago. I've got a lot of stuff to do once I'm back so next weeks comic MAY be late. Not 100% sure just quite yet. I'll keep y'all updated.
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Image Description Under The Cut
[ID: A greyscale four panel comic. The first panel depicts a light skinned man with a black mullet, sitting at a table. He has a dark grey button up on. It's unbuttoned and underneath is a light grey t-shirt. He's leaning his head on his hands and his expression looks aggravated. Behind him is a shadow figure, standing in as a representation of hallucinations. The shadow has an evil grin as he speaks. It says "Hey! Hey! She's not listening to me! Pay attention to me! Listen to me bitch!" in a black text bubble with white scratchy text.
In the second panel, the man has stood up, slamming one hand down on the table while the other points at the shadow. He says in a white speech bubble "I'm not scared of you buddy! Fuck right off!!". The shadow looks surprised at the retaliation.
In the third panel, the shadow is walking off screen. He says in a black speech bubble with scratchy text "He doesn't want to play with us...". The man looks surprised and emotes with an exclamation point in a white speech bubble.
In the fourth panel, the man is seen running off screen after the shadow. He responds in a white speech bubble "Wait! You actually gendered me correctly! Come back!". His expression looks panicked. End ID]
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Always Watching
i have schizoaffective disorder and i wanted to illustrate something that went along with my paranoia of being watched
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𓃉𓃉𓃉 its hard to accept im a good person ⬭
but i can still try to become better , i can still love 。 if i spend the rest of my life decaying in a body ,
i wont be able to save myself or others 𓆩 𓂋 𓆪
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