Each rustle of the leaves
Or sigh of the night-wind
Through the branches
To the timid wayfarer
Heralds the instant and
Of old wizards and witches
Here there be
Aqueous nymphs and nixes,
'yclept Gindylow and Jenny Greenteeth,
Lurking at the bottoms of pits
And in the branches of trees
And with my long and sinewy arms
Do I drag in and drown
Those venturing too near
Or posting lewd shit in my mentions
In honor of #IndigenousPeopleDay
I confront colonial statues in the city of Barcelona, q se joden these men.
From my photo-performance series La Sangre Llama, Joan Prim y Prats, 2019
OK, I've stopped eating meat!! What's next??
Personally, I've been thinking a lot about the farming practices over at Tyson Foods. A good place to start might be reaching out through the UFCW to see if we can find any people interested in—
.... oh? yeah, sure I can be a dick to people online about their eating habits instead, that plan sounds just as good, if not better!
here to make friends with other monsters from hell
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