“I am an animal with an arching back and a bristling shiver cascading down the center of my broken spine. I am made of flesh, and blood, and cum, and rot, and it disgusts me as much as it bleeds pearls into my open hands. There are pearls between my teeth. There are pearls between their teeth”
Thinking on this concept again with pearls and their creation proccess. Holding onto small thoughts/emotions and keeping them in until they steadily grow, and become uncomfortable or noticeable
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I don’t paint like this often but it’s always a good time when I do
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