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                <title>Palimpsest of Flesh [pencils &amp; pastels on ribbed paper]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2026 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;div&gt;We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this sensation of being a person being an impudence and a trumpery created by biochemical concatenation. Most of the time we manage to ignore this spectral fact, but there are moments when the bandages slip and the machinery underneath is exposed in all its grotesque, raw absurdity.&quot; From The Conspiracy Against the Human Race by Thomas Ligotti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;A plague of all cowards, and yet we are all mortal, frail flesh and blood, subject to a thousand diseases, corruptions, and calamities. What is man? A tempest tossed soul, a mere bubble of breath, a phantom of dust, harboring within his own frame the very seeds of his ruin that sprout and bloom in secret long before the eyes are blind to the world.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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                <title>By the wrath of mother Kos { commission, pencil on ribbed paper , model @aallevtinaa }</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2026 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;div&gt;Adamthe9th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I am of the earth, as the foliage is; the same sap runs through my veins.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), Hermetic Definition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;We are all of us a wild sort of garden, growing things we never planted, choked by weeds we never asked for.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;The earth has music for those who listen, but it also has a silence that claims everything in the end.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Santayana, The Sense of Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;She was a quiet tragedy carved out of soil and shadow, looking as though she had grown straight from the dark earth rather than being born.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscar Wilde, adapted in spirit from The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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                <title>Blueness Gaze  @bluish_555  [pencils &amp; pastels on ribbed paper]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2026 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;div&gt;a slow unraveling of the fibrous vessel into hollow marrow and petrified skin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... &quot;The skin, and the flesh, and the muscles, and the bones, and the firm structure of the human body that I had thought so fixed and permanent, began to melt and dissolve...&quot; ... Arthur Machen, The Great God Pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eroded outer shell peeling back to reveal the hollow architecture beneath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... &quot;I am separated from all things by a hollow space, and I do not even reach to its boundaries...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ... Franz Kafka, Diaries&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2026 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>Where the Roots Take Voice ( commission for @yucifer_ )</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2026 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;div&gt;&quot;I felt the Lungs grow crowd&#039;d with Leaves And Leaves to find a Wa O&#039;erflowed the Tongue and caught the Lip And blocked a seamless Day &quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;We are of the soil, and to the soil we return, though some of us begin the descent before our breath has even left us.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;The earth has music for those who listen, but sometimes it weaves itself into the flesh, demanding to be spoken through silence.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Muir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The charcoal tendrils wind and creep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To steal the words we meant to keep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the breathless branches start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To twine the tongue and cage the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diopeccatore&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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                <title>Welling Sight { pencil on a ribbed paper sold edition}</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2026 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;div&gt;And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Man is a creature who lives not by bread alone, but by catchwords... We are all neighbors in the same prison, each locked in his own private cell.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;— Albert Camus, The Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;There is a light in this world, a healing sort of light, but it doesn&#039;t belong here. It belongs in that other place where the sun comes from. Down here it&#039;s just about all we can do to keep from freezing.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;— Cormac McCarthy, The Road&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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                <title>Welcome post</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2026 12:54:06 +0000</pubDate>
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