"Believe survivors, look after your friends, trans liberation now, queer love forever."
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My canvas, my opus, my flesh. No pictures, back turned, facing in. Each finger, each muscle, each rib. I brace while you take measurements. A mouthful, a hunger, a “yes please”. Be smaller, be quiet, be empty. My blood turns bath water to rust. The aching, the abject disgust. Try repulsion on for size. I buried my heart in the snow, and waited for flowers to grow. I waited and waited.
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub