IN WHAT WAY IS THIS VISCERA AND MARTYRDOM? I AM THE TARRED LUNGS. / QUEER SPOOKSTER. / Jarring to bring doom as phrasing brushed across graveyard, I want to partake of my own arterial perfume that belongs to me, exalting instability as delicate tableau and beauty shall affix owl-light. Pale indication of new keepsake, welcome to the coffined expanse, @eomssal.