nuthead activities

Guess it'll be what I draw, write and take pictures of, cool.

It's narrow beek whispered deep into my ear the night before: take an extra turn from your daily route to be freed and detached from what you dearly want to be possessed by. There he was, a slender figure of ill fate, yearning for me with his marble eyes in the abysmal sockets of his skull. I squealed briefly; my eyes took liberty and stared, my ears heard the humming sound of the Lorelei, and my tongue tasted the rancid fluid of old, barren digestion behind my parched lips. My deadwood hands felt the cold breeze dancing among the Norwegian wood, but my mind pushed my weary feet in the direction of workaday life, as it should. #notes

Studies from Sergio Toppi

It delved deeper into the flesh and crawled beneath the skin; the city you once loved now demands your virtue. Blocks whispered through the unsymmetrical cracks of their lifeless flesh, "Don't throw me away," but that's the only thing you're not afraid of, and the force of the mass keeps you within the structure again. They said that you have lost it, that there's no you in your body anymore, and you will start to lose more. #notes