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Like a randy nun, I lead a quiet, sequestered life of piety and perversion. Like a cantankerous hag, I scorn the bustle of society and probably eat stray children. I am devoted to Krishna because he's a bigger, naughtier fiend than myself, which commands my respect, and I strive to serve him through transcendental immorality. I spend a lot of time idly scowling and looking at the ugly trees around my home. Also, I have a face, but it's not much to look at.

KRSNA


Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare




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What happens when I try to “smile” at a camera.

What happens when I try to “smile” at a camera.


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Facething. For friending? Book of face?




Growing my head-pelt in for winter (feels like a chinchilla), so I need to remind myself how creepy I look buzzed.

Growing my head-pelt in for winter (feels like a chinchilla), so I need to remind myself how creepy I look buzzed.


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The King of Denmark is keeping my titties warm.

The King of Denmark is keeping my titties warm.




nightmover:

FENRIR: Journal of Satanism and the Sinister
ISSUE II / 124 YEAR OF FAYEN
_______________________
A young woman dressed in a sky blue hijab is standing in a desert. On her dress, embroided in silver, is the constellation of Orion.
Cast around her in the sand are six small globes, each glowing with a planetary colour. She holds a sphere, glowing with the colours of Mars, in her right hand. Above her, the sky is turning towards dusk. From the sky, a falcon dives.
On the horizon some buildings stand destroyed and on fire. Wreckage of vehicles lies strewn nearby. Above the destruction, a black opening in the sky is forming, revealing a star.
H A R D C O P Y
D O W N L O A D
_______________________
FENRIR: Journal of Satanism and the Sinister
ISSUE I/ 124 YEAR OF FAYEN
_______________________
In red desert
Three fingers and a skull
Are laid on fur
The stones of a circle
Turn to frogs
The skeleton of a child
The birth of an army
A Nexion is opened
AZANIGIN!
H A R D C O P Y
 
 
D O W N L O A D

nightmover:

FENRIR: Journal of Satanism and the Sinister

ISSUE II / 124 YEAR OF FAYEN

_______________________

A young woman dressed in a sky blue hijab is standing in a desert. On her dress, embroided in silver, is the constellation of Orion.

Cast around her in the sand are six small globes, each glowing with a planetary colour. She holds a sphere, glowing with the colours of Mars, in her right hand. Above her, the sky is turning towards dusk. From the sky, a falcon dives.

On the horizon some buildings stand destroyed and on fire. Wreckage of vehicles lies strewn nearby. Above the destruction, a black opening in the sky is forming, revealing a star.

H A R D C O P Y

D O W N L O A D

_______________________

FENRIR: Journal of Satanism and the Sinister

ISSUE I/ 124 YEAR OF FAYEN

_______________________

In red desert

Three fingers and a skull

Are laid on fur

The stones of a circle

Turn to frogs

The skeleton of a child

The birth of an army

A Nexion is opened

AZANIGIN!

 
 
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Ordinary daily behavior.

Ordinary daily behavior.


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I used the tumblr gif creator and it made me look possessed.

I used the tumblr gif creator and it made me look possessed.


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This morning I had an unpleasant appointment and sat in a little room with several people and subjected them to the transcendental sound vibration of the maha-mantra. The whispered name of Krishna filled the confined space, bouncing off the walls, making the others squirm. I have discovered that when I dress in this fashion and chant in public, I am more invisible than I would be in normal clothing, behaving normally. People will not look twice at me; more than that, it is as if the space I inhabit is a negative space— I am like a living, breathing black hole. I am not stared at or laughed at; there is a sense that people desperately want me to not exist in their vicinity, and most actually block me out as if I do not, as if they had never seen me. I can look at them, but they will not see me. It’s beautiful. Haribol!

This morning I had an unpleasant appointment and sat in a little room with several people and subjected them to the transcendental sound vibration of the maha-mantra. The whispered name of Krishna filled the confined space, bouncing off the walls, making the others squirm. I have discovered that when I dress in this fashion and chant in public, I am more invisible than I would be in normal clothing, behaving normally. People will not look twice at me; more than that, it is as if the space I inhabit is a negative space— I am like a living, breathing black hole. I am not stared at or laughed at; there is a sense that people desperately want me to not exist in their vicinity, and most actually block me out as if I do not, as if they had never seen me. I can look at them, but they will not see me. It’s beautiful. Haribol!


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Abode.

Abode.


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Walking on thorns.

Walking on thorns.


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Black-shrouded hag.

Black-shrouded hag.


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Hmm, maybe I’ll go to church tomorrow…

Hmm, maybe I’ll go to church tomorrow…




Penetrating your television screens.

Penetrating your television screens.


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