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@roosterhick

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Touch my Mic on accident and get Murdered on purpose, mutherfucker
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Come Why? It was dark, and I was naked: To see. I leaned down He pointed– The light refracts from under the door and onto the droplets, manifesting a dim Light: Explained to me. I watched the water pool molecules forcing themselves into a tight embrace by the rules of Nature alone: Even the Atoms wish to kiss– defying physics with their grip on one another, only breaking bond, rapidly to spill their sorrow on white ceramic. I watched carefully, knowing what despair He had endured to have noticed the glimmering ballerinas white feathers of refracted Hope, held up by their Desire to Fly Away. I could not see Him in the black ink of shadow– He was beside me, though. Wolf Borne Magnetism pulling me close: I see the glimmering ballerinas, too as a Bird will recognize pain of a clipped wing. His bathroom, still, is magic just as the memory is, because, there– for a fleeting, spindling, euphoric moment, We Flew Away Together, our molecules forcing themselves into a tight embrace, by the rules of Nature alone– Our Atoms wishing to kiss. Dim Droplets race like electricity in my brain, the way God blinks in the Sky Gracefully contorting, shifting, I saw what could not be killed. It was Winter and your eyes looked so beautiful Hooded, simmering Amber, Watching something so gentle. I miss you so fucking bad. To my Dearest Love, @gutonfilm 🖤. This is an old drawing: I can hardly believe how long ago I drew it, as life passes like a freight train. I am often overwhelmed by my love for you and my inability to express it in ways I feel are beautiful, or magical, or outwardly expressive. This perfectionism I have, when it comes to creating for you, often hinders me from doing it at all... it’s never good enough to me, it’s never good enough to show you… it could always be better. I could always do more. If I could build a house from marble and bone, I would, if I could take care of you for your entire life so you never had to worry about a thing but simply experiencing humanity— the way we were intended to, I would, and I will try anyway, for it is one of my greatest honors and privileges bestowed to me. (1/2) by @roosterhick
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6 months ago
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Pastor Pig, Executive Wolf, Faithful Fox, and Lamb make the World go ‘Round. Which one are you? Take our quick personality test. In your (extremely limited) freetime, do you… 1) R4pe Kids and aid in Religious Propaganda (and/or lobbying)? 2) Promote Capitalism: Control Military, Land, and Rights: Work hand-in-hand with Foreign Dictatorships in order to secure an invite to every Shit-Piss-in-Mouth Party? 3) Partake in Class Wars against your neighbor for a chance to get eaten last? (This also helps distract from bad thoughts regarding the 80 hour work week). 4) Watch your skin get sheared from the bone before being picked apart to the marrow and fucked? Comment below to receive your answer– but speak carefully! You’re only 6 forbidden words away from lowering your Digital Social Credit, and you’ve only got one more non-vital organ for us to swallow. Control is a Leash, my friend, and you are the Dog. 🦴 Anywho: this is an old album cover I made for @tcmf_band … I spent a while building characters and ensuring that this piece could be used as continuous symbolism, and could be easily become an endless series. I finished in February but never posted— It felt somewhat shallow compared to my other work, like I could’ve added more or gotten more niche… But I think it’s hard hitting regardless. Shares appreciated, because it’s only a matter of time until I’m shadow-banned. I’ve got this funny feeling that Instagram will destroy the quality. Thank you all as always for staying tuned to your local Air-Raid Warden… Me!… by @roosterhick
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a year ago
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Donkey and Elephant sit across a Lagoon. Opposite sides, though both prohibit drinking the water. Shrew came to sip, though found herself stomped by the Donkey’s hoof, now, begging, and pleading, admitting her shallow state. Admitting, to Donkey, and Elephant, that she is dying of thirst— that there is no way Donkey or Elephant could ever possibly drink so much water themselves, and surely— impossibly, not by the time the Lagoon succumbs to the Sun. Donkey flicks his lip, telling Shrew: It is not about thirst, but about Law. Elephant blew his trunk and shook his ear, bickering that it is not about Law, but about Order. Shrew listened, her wet eyes blinking to the parties above. With the last drops of moisture in her blistered lungs, she raised her meek snout to speak: Keeping the water is never about Law, nor Order, but Cruelty. Swiftly, the Donkey and Elephant crush the Shrew and claim it is for Peace. Peering to each other as Shrew pooled at their feet, their pupils met in understanding. How easy it is to preserve Law, no!– Order!... by sitting at opposing sides of the Lagoon. How rarely they must preserve Peace, for Peace preserves itself when all are too thirsty to disturb it. Aluminum irises turned mirrors, the two mammals staring, whispering reflections back – each hallucination sputtering Deadly Sins more Evil than the last: ‘Til Donkey and Elephant believed themselves as more than mammals, but Gods – creators of Life, like the Sun – and prophets of the Skewed Holy Word to which they’d modify to the jungle’s decaying seasons. Single art I did for the amazing @tcmf_band — Check them out … Special thanks to @cake4canine999 for helping me work out so many kinks of this piece. Wouldn’t have been possible without his knowledge of patterns and his talent on the color wheel. Thank you to @nephelriem for reminding me that my work matters. by @roosterhick
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a year ago
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Deranged, and, sleepless. How I have become so deranged, and sleepless. That’s a funny bit, isn’t it?... I held my eyes open, I did. I had the will to drive myself sleepless, and I did. It was a beautiful sight, to see the first Man Made Light shine so bright. Like Man, who shines so bright, like Man who conquers with… blithe! And, bright, were my bluest eyes, conquering that Man Made Sight in the Starred Sky. I’ll never forget that sight, prevailing that night, no matter. Deranged, and sleepless, how I have succumbed to Man. How Man has succumbed to Men. I am. I could have been. I, surely, could have been. But, I wasn’t. Fascinating, you perk your ear to me. Read me. Know me. As deranged and sleepless I may be, you listen! Ear against my Mouth. You tune to my word, knowing I do not exist. Knowing!– I am nothing but a product from a mind that does. Insanity… how we listen to screams, scrabbles… bawls, and crawlings from those who hold no flesh nor bone, all while miraculously, and gracefully, ignoring, and turning, and silencing, those who do. You heed warning from Books, but never from the Mouths writing the Books, or the context that creates the Books. If I must make you heed my warning by turning my word to character, then character I shall create, and character I shall be. Accustomed, we are, to shunning those that surround us, and praying to what does not exist in marrow or matter. Simply, story. I wonder why. But alas, I am far too deranged, and far too incredibly sleepless, to ever truly decipher. You will listen anyway. I am intangible and characterized, which is far more captivating then flesh or bone, whether you stare into the eyes of the Mind that produced me, or turn away. Oh, how Man has succumbed to Men. I implore you to watch the television for Boys in Striped Pajamas, but, oh, please, oh please, never listen to the one right beside you, or ask yourself who has clothed him in such attire. He is far too tangible, and has far too much flesh and bone. He’ll never entertain you— not the way I can. You’ll never listen to him like you listen to me. And, I need you to listen. by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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No matter how hard I try— I can’t ever seem to draw Hitler. I always give his face more humanity then it deserves. It becomes this uncanny mess of something… unbelievable— which, I suppose, is what the portraits of Hitler lack: but if I could only get it right maybe I’d finally express what it feels like to be victim to something so powerfully inhuman. To say in God we trust, not for this Oh, the Death and Glory boys— Not for this… by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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Third World Country with First World Politics — There are Rats in the stock exchange, cheese in the Senate, and the White House is surrounded by suspended wire waiting to crack down on your neck. What I find most impressive is the successful illusion of choice. Yet, you still buy when it’s 10% off, you still gift Executive Felines the Mouse that used to be your neighbor. Manifest Destiny a Raped Humanity and disembowel the Angel. If you are reading this, you will face unfathomable circumstances. by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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You know, I ought to post more. But I only put my best foot forward, and unfinished work is not my best foot. With that being said, I don’t think I’ll have a choice of step much longer— considering feet are the first to evaporate when stepping on rigged 105 rounds. And— with the way the future is lookin’… O’, Beloved Mother of Liberty! 
Come to me. Or I’ll start a war. by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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Experimental CATACLYSM!— It’s wasted science, you asinine! It is wasted science!— NOW SHUT UP! taken in 6 Feet Under by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO PUT A PIN IN IT?! by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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I was told, when I was a child, that he watched me in my sleep. I proceeded to stay awake for 39 hours, certainly positive that he could not lay his eyes upon my weariness if I were to keep it away. My eyelids became too heavy for the dramatics of my fear, though failure was no option. I wrapped myself in bandages, for I figured that I wouldn’t give the satisfaction of my skin— if, God forbid, I were to rest. Again, wrapped, again, wrapped, again, wrapped— Until I was hidden enough to feel invisible. I did not account for the intake of oxygen. In my efforts to remain immortally awake, I had suffocated myself into forever sleep. 39 hours were gagged down the drain, as was my life. by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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Hey, you listenin’? by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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Soap for the Stoic by @roosterhick
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2 years ago
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