Lover of graphic art, obscene images, twisted humor, nude people, loud music, and all other things brutal and beautiful. I'm a collector, not a creator, so I'm not claiming any of the images here to be my own. \m/ \m/
She is the very essence of carrion, a vile husk of undead autonomy. Drifting on the unhallowed winds of twilight accompanied only by her fractured and heavily degenerated sense of self worth. An apparition, a vaporous shade floating in and out of existence. Sinking deep into the fabric of reality and traversing through the spaces in between, we are nothing but thoughts in her dream.
Although seemingly meek, a dark energy still resides and emanates from within these foul remains, shifting and manipulating her trajectory. An ancient darkness spawned from the deepest and most pure form of misanthropy. She is radiant negativity shimmering in unholy ethereal beauty.