holy flesh

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YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY FUCKS ME UP

IN PART 4 WE LEARN THAT THE LIVING MEMBERS OF DIO’S MINIONS TURN INTO SOME FUCKING MONSTER WHEN HE DIED. EXAMPLE, OKUYASU’S PAPA

SO LIKE

REMINDER THAT THIS PRECIOUS BABY

BECOMES A FUCKING MONSTER

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#‎ThrowbackThursday: The BBC might not have got around to adding a making-of featurette as an extra on their In The Flesh DVD or Blu-ray release, but luckily for us Holy Moly (the now sadly deceased entertainment website) paid the production a visit during series 2 filming. We never tire of watching how much fun they looked like they were having on set (despite the miserable British weather!)

An ant devours a larva, in accord
with nature, and a child then eats the ant —
it burns on the tongue. Curiosity
always burns. On Paradise Beach in Goa,

a shark will eat the child, but when God sees,
he’ll catch the shark, just as he grabs a rat,
a tigress, elephant. The poet in his room
will then eat God. He’ll feed on everything.
He is a monster like a boar that bloats,
excretes. He feeds on paper. If you let
him in, he’ll find your dreams, love’s traces on
the sheets — he’ll steal what’s holy, masticate,

grow pasty flesh, poisonous fur. It’s enough
to touch him or brush by on accident.

—-

Ants and Sharks

Tomasz Rózycki

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Graphic - Jonas Burgert

Everyday, you get to choose as Pilate did: Are you gonna kills Jesus or Barabbas?

Are you going let the Holy Spirit in you, or are you going to kill it and follow the way of your flesh? Everyday ask yourself. Every time you’re up against the Holy Spirit or your flesh.

Sink your teeth into my holy flesh,
wherein lies the body and blood of Christ.
Devour me; consumption of the willing.
Throat offered – soft, tender,
dripping with redemption.

Fuck me holy, while we sing songs
of desecration with hellfire
on our tongues.

(Crawl through the valley
of the shadow of sweet,
agonizing death.)

We, martyrs of the godless,
consecrated by the slack-jawed
reverence of carnal confessions,
are blessed by breathless litanies of sin.

— 

m.d.g, Martyrs of the godless.

A response to @doeeyedwitch // On the topic of religion.

Holy shit you guys I just learned there are three species of bees in the genus Trigona that are the only bees out of 20,000 species worldwide that don’t feed on nectar and pollen but on DEAD ANIMALS and I am freaking out right now this is so fucking cool!!! They’re called vulture bees. It kinda sounds like they make this rotting flesh honey for their babies and it’s so so gross and my mind is blown and I am a giant nerd.

How do we come to be here next to each other  
in the night
Where are the stars that show us to our love  
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness  
and the rain
falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh  
the black men waiting on the corner for  
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
asleep
and breathing in the quiet air.
— 

Poem for My Love, June Jordan.

June Jordan was an African-American bisexual poet. She wrote poems and essays on topics like human rights, sexual freedom, bisexuality, family, and love. Over the course of her career she published 27 volumes of work.