For the first time in four hundred years, I am free. I am a ruined vessel of sorrow and regret, but I am free.
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Any writing not marked as belonging to someone else is my personal stream of consciousness bullshit.
Poetry, musings, sex, comics, and video games. NSFW.
Trigger Warning: If you are uncomfortable with discussions about real dead humans and the things done to them in the name of funerary practice or anatomical study, I would either scroll past the cut posts here, add the tags 'mortuary science' to Tumblr Savior or do not follow in the first place. Frank discussion of blood, death, and gore is to be expected.
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