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Fury 11 - Jeremy Geddes

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‘Hollow’

12 x 12″ Conte and mixed media

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Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot - Evening sky

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François Charles Cachoud - Nocturne

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The romantic nocturnal paintings of Petrus van Schendel.

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John Atkinson Grimshaw - Nocturnal harbor scenes

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Wilfred Bosworth Jenkins - nocturnal cityscapes

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I am a wildfire, try throwing a match at me.

Channing M (via de-morte)

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Like a hushed storm perched somewhere medially amidst the oceans, I long to be the oscillating pulse of your heart. On the days when hours are nothing but emaciated, I long to be the frozen glaciated tears that have rolled down your neck and etherized. On chill filled autumnal days, I long to be that atrophied feeling stuck in your throat. I long to be your delirium, your hysterical agitation. I long to galvanize you, move you again, reiteratively until every palpitation, shudder, gyration —until each bedlam, every shriek, every thirst, every clamour, every fragment of heartbreak or Arcadia, metamorphose in your eyes to be —nothing, nothing but me.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

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I am a lion, in whose empire, if you cull to ambulate, prevail discretion, for dens are dark and darker the further you go and the very roar of me could reduce you to blood and rotten flesh.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

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This is where the heart of the universe beats. It has a name, this omphalos within me, this essentia… has a name. Every soul that has tried to touch its marrow has lost its mind naming it. Some call it Abaddon, an island drowning in intense fire and flames. Some name it Seir.  The flames they see are so scorching they name it Gehenna. There is a bottomless pit under each piece of ground one traipses… steps on, and so it has indeed been called a nightmare. Those who fall in these bottomless pits crash in such a way that they name this place•Hell itself.  This place is my Soul, This omphalos, my cruciation.

Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness. (via de-morte)

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“This nameless chassis in an unremembered alcove. Like a penumbra this room has eaten me alive, dismembered me. It remembers my bones, my aches, my throe, my wounds. Sempiternal. Undying a death that has crawled in formations of demons since eons. The day I die —relentlessly the thunder will roar with vertebrae of titanium. This earth will lambaste, obliterate in its heat. I have died many horrendous deaths; Needless to say, the final one will damage, Explode heavens.”

— Channing H.M, The Monochrome of Darkness

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“Darkness taught me, wounds raised me, nothing defined me.”

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“I am a platter of many nights, served cold with a cutlery of cataclysmic stinging Nettles.”

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“There was someone terrible, dreaming inside me.”

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“The poison in us, my darling is ‘our magic’. For we are the war of witches, driving the world to the edge of their defeat.”

— Channing H.M

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