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(@Edelfrrau.) Veins split like the petals of a dying bloom, crimson nectar pooling sweet and thick. I carved it with steady hands, lips curled in a prayer that tastes of rust and rot. "Beautiful, isn’t it? The way something so soft can break so easily."

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GROTESQUE TABLEAU OF SUPPLICATION 🫀

I, @Edelfrrau, the hierophant of this mortifying rite, raised the obsidian blade, its edge gleaming with a necrogenic sheen. / 12,000 / Your Suffering Is Mine To Blacken Now.
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GROTESQUE TABLEAU OF SUPPLICATION 🫀

I, @Edelfrrau, the hierophant of this mortifying rite, raised the obsidian blade, its edge gleaming with a necrogenic sheen. / 12,000 / Body Untouched, Soul Destroyed.
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Репост из: dear to all. 💐
 
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pages petaled with invisible ink. 👱🏻‍♀🎹
when crocuses connive in the loam and lilac wind limns the whisper of secrets unsaid, i find myself scouring the days like an over-curious child rifling through the diary of the universe. doodles of love imagined into being yet never breathed aloud, all the while suspecting that somewhere—just somewhere beyond the veil of the ordinary. i only follow back if you’re on your main account, give feedback often, submerge in shared spaces, and business relevance to profile needs & writing comissions.

and so i go on,
amanda lia.
 


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   (48H.) I Beseech Upon Your
Reliable Help
   To Forward This Message.
Heaps of gratitude!


💵. CLASS-11-XO. With an
astounding epithet. Myth pursued
sole lassie: New-York Ease.
Cherished pseud ecclesiastical
dodge. Compelling pristine (&.)
Profound liaison: Saving Each
Other’s Contact
. Thrust the link
beneath, or reaction above to
dawn an eminent chamber! 🗽

    Memoir: (https://t.me/freundp/22.) ✶


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Untuk result channel bisa diliat di sini yaah. Dan aku juga ada result (pertama kali bikin) channel untuk keperluan talent; take a look at @CarneFrigida


Yeay, Outrage open custom!


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With ink-stained hands and starlit sighs, I give you greetings from the gloom. The gates of my atelier creak open; order for customization work is now welcomed for a limited time and slot. Complete the summoning scroll here: https://t.me/iLexicon/15. Should questions haunt you first, reach into the mist via @Edelfrrau or @MidgarrdBot. This rare offering will flicker before the frost returns.

But please do note; my craft is reserved only for themes of dark poetry (goth, grunge, cannibalism, etc), and at present, I am unable to forge customization items of biography account and name finder. Gratitude, always, for your presence in the dark. I look forward to shaping strange wonders with you.

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Hi... Akhirnya... Bikin channel ready lagi... Beli yuk...




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THE SACRED CONCORD:
Dirgebound Fellowship
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O mournful brethren who are cloaked in @outxrage, I bestow you liturgical greetings! From the chancel of long-dead psalms, I approach, wrenched from the catacombs of obscurity, swathed in incense, ichor, and oath. My hands are filled with the blood-price of partnership. A monastic pact for those who kneel not in prayer, but in grief. Let us commune in the sacrament of shared abyss. But know this, and know it deep, do not mistake my intent. I seek solely for business type of moodboard and/or writing commission. If the hunger stirs in you as it does in me, walk the thorns to my threshold: @CorpusIgneBot, and let the invocation begin. 🫀
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Besok aku bikin lagi tapi yang theme (🫀🗡🪦⚰) yah


Sisa yang 8! Abisin yukyukyuk


GROTESQUE TABLEAU OF SUPPLICATION 🫀

I, @Edelfrrau, the hierophant of this mortifying rite, raised the obsidian blade, its edge gleaming with a necrogenic sheen. / 12,000 / Perhaps Affection Is Just Violence That Has Learned To Hum.
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Outrage kalau open custom channel ada yg mw gk


Ini tinggal yg A... Yuk abisin biar aku up lagi


Yang ini juga!


Satu lagi nih, abisin yuk temen-temen


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FOR WHAT IS A HUMAN BUT A CAULDRON OF WHAT THEY SWALLOW? AND ALL THE THINGS THEY ARE NEVER PERMITTED TO BLEED? 🫀

"Will you not let the dark unlace you?" and I nearly answer, with a mouth full of rust.

(Gory Rungs Of Blistery Ladder.) I keep myself awake, eyelids stitched open with the silver thread of dread, as the pit-pat-tick of rain fingers the glass like a patient lover grown feral. Each droplet a banshee’s knell, every flick a madman's groan, chittering their wet requiem upon the windows’ pallid skin. Their breathy banter scrawls sad sonnets across the panes, and I am bid to listen. It is the language of lunatics, I know, the poetry of wet bones and soft rot. Sad patterns, stitched from the spittle of mad hatters and crucified jesters, stained lace speak in riddles carved from clavicles, while rainwater pricks holes in my belly and hope leaks out in slick, quiet ribbons. They tempt me skyward, toward an echelon made of fractured spines and soggy hymnals. I let them haunt the air instead. For what is love but the trace of hands that never touched you?
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TO KISS THE HAND THAT GUTS YOU, TO WEEP SOFTLY WHILE BEING DEVOURED WHOLE, AND TO NAME IT VIRTUE. 🫀

ㅤㅤIsn’t that the darling doctrine?

(Ritual Of The Gutted.) By the slithering entrails of my obedience, when you, the butcher of my benevolence, have gouged the last filament of patience from my womb of reason. I, all bruised, sink on sanctity, struggle to keep the sacred from spoiling while you sit throned in indifference, watch, unmoved, as I convulse like some penitent beast before your altar of rot, choking on its own incense. I bleed equilibrium for your consumption, serve you gristle on a platter of compliance. And still, still I murmur gratitude as if it was a cure for being flayed alive by inculcation, as though this is not a banquet of torment we attend. Tis the grand theatre, where I am not martyr but meat, where abiding is but slow digestion, and I, more than pained, am consumed, siphoned from my bowels; the final residuum of forbearance.
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