KNIVES OUT

TORPEDO

STALKER

INTO THE SUN

‘Just a minute now! Stop. Sit the fuck back down! I’m gonna have one more to celebrate.’

‘Celebrate what? You’re broke. You look like shit… when was the last time you showered? & you’re already shit-faced!’

‘You don’t know anything, do you? Either tell me what you’d like to drink or fuck right off! I cherish the last drink of the evening. In my humble opinion, you should always celebrate the night cap… cus who knows, you could drop dead without a second’s notice.’

‘You’re fucked in the head, but sure- why not? I’ll have a night cap with you. & who knows, afterwards if you keep runnin’ that mouth, I might be the one to drop you dead. Cheers!’

NIGHT CAP

PANTHER

PINS & NEEDLES

ACID RAIN

STRANGER DANGER

SHOT

she’ll watch as you spin toward her porcelain throne… said spin could very well be interpreted as dance, however, the cause of this spin in particular was not born from whimsical passion, rather the nauseating consumption of too much tequila. she won’t bother moving in any way to assist you as she finds herself quite aroused by your current disposition. Laughter erupts from deep within her diaphragm as you somehow arrive at your destination, beads of sweat tumbling down your forehead like hail & your knobby knuckles turning white as they clench the sides of the throne. her laughter subsides as she anticipates what usually follows during these priceless events; eyes similar to those of a hawk’s drill mercilessly into your soul, but this time things feel very different. The gargles and moans your stomach usually sounds off are absent. In their place a deafening silence completely sucks the air out of the room, causing everyone within earshot of you to begin grasping at their throats and writhing around on the cold tiles like newborn snakes. everyone except for you, for you aren’t drunk in the slightest. & tho you hadn’t expected things to go this far, you slowly take a seat atop your new thrown, cross your legs and shriek like a banshee looking down at the miserable fuckers as they wiggle and twist about while approaching their final death rattles. You calm yourself, grin from ear to ear and relish in your newfound freedom for hours. As comforting sleepy feelings begin to wash over you, a perfect nook directly behind her presents itself as you quickly melt down to the tiles below. For tonight and every night to follow, you’re the big spoon… even if she lays dead. It’s better this way anyhow. And regardless, you have found your new happy place within the walls of this 4’ x 4’ tiled, tiny & somewhat pungent piece of heaven. you deserve it.

PORCELAIN QUEEN

I buzz around the seedy underbelly of San Francisco, collecting nectar from the streets before returning to my bat cave. Once there, I pollinate the blood from my latest bite victims, and in turn, the percussive sounds reverberating thru the many different chambers inside of the cave walls blend together with mysterious whispers that seemingly appear from small crevices that lead underground as the blood seeps into the floor. This process produces some of the most alluring and pleasing sounds heard by beast and humankind alike. The curated collection of music is then displayed thru this platform for your listening pleasure. After taking in these strange and unusual sounds, the listener can then acquire whichever piece they like best... just inquire via email if you’re interested in obtaining the exclusive rights to said piece. I’m a firm believer in fair prices, however, each piece varies slightly based on the time spent or the complexity. I look forward to working with all you freaky peoples‼️   🐝➕🦇=🎶🖤🎵

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