Shortly after a heavy summer rain, perhaps on a day that dries quickly after. Go picking the crusty dead worms off the sidewalk.

Collect as many as you can. Wash em off. And place them in a pot.

Boil for at least ten minutes, or until correct texture.

Drain the worms, butter them, and sprinkle with Parmesan and fresh minced garlic.

I call this a bowl of goodles.

Magnifique

That the penis is to phallic as vagina is to yonic. Yonic is apparently labial in shape. From sanskrit or something.

So now I have a new word to use. 👁️👄👁️

Theres a fantastic guy from way back when in athens named Euripides. He wrote alotta cool tragedies in ole' athens. My favorites being "Madea" the witch of Jason and the Argonauts fame. Feminist as fuck with it ancient greece. Euripides did women right.

Anyway the other goodie one is "Bacchae" its just as brutal, and involves hella child murder too. Total eviceration of dill hole kings by his own drug raged family.

I really gotta work on my thesis for it. Cuz its areally deep, and layered story, despite it's simplicity.

My art idea:
Dionysus is played by the witch bitch black cat Vampire.

His maenads the other trash animals in my crew, Roadthrill, RadRoach, Billy the Kit, maybe the pigeon. Idk...

The king'll be a fat ass pig cop, trying to crack down on the drunks and druggies.

It'll be a series of paintings like my Origin of roadthrill series. But even more senselessly sexual, perverse, and gore-porny.

I still dun wanna be a snuff artist, but tbh, i feel like blood and guts is just such a powerful narrative tool. Maybe i just roll with the gore fuckers. If its good enough for Euripides its good enough for me.

I got most of my immediate art ideas done.
Radroach is done.
Tako the sushi is done.
Rac-Jack is done
Crack addy Ronda the pidge is done.

Last on the list is the sentient trash pile

Though, group scenes are already getting into my brain.

Suggestions were filth wallowing, dumpster diving, chilling smoking in the alley, pissing off a fire escape, tagging fences and huffing the paint.

New ideas;

inspired by local summer festivals; the black cat (who im going to name after my baby girl irl kitten; Vampire) reading tarot and selling kitch out of an arts faire booth.

A tryptic of the car and driver that ran over Roadthrill

A tentacle fuck scene between Roadthrill and Tako. Or a threeway between tako roadsie and Radroach.

A kinda dom/sub scene that better illustrates Roadthrill's thralldom to Vamp.

A secret idea about the crew being scavengers, and the dangers of train hopping.

A cute couples moment.

More cunnilingus pics

Cops being cops

I unno! Any ideas?

Laborday festival is always rad. Hundreds of bands, usually a shitload of friends to be friends with at it. The last two years I'd go alone but then random ass cool ppl have like adopted me to chill with them the whole time.

Last year was the anti-cruelty animal shelter booth workers that ended up besties.

This year was a random artist lady, emily jane woods.

Emily was craaaazy. She is smoking hot, liike I don't mean to be this objectifying but holy kappowww curves at every corner and just the prettiest face. And while maybe it was her hyperactivity, and loose attitude, or maybe it was her arching her back and sticking her ass out at me every time she stood up. But she was really into me.

Emily was incredibly nice too. Offered me a big swig of the vodkas after I bought a bunch of her art. A little 10"x4" oil painting of a used condom, and some trash; on a piece of scrap wood.

So i spent most of the rest of the day at her booth between band sets i wanted to see. Shes crazy the whole time. Obviously on some kinda uppers. Shes pouring out of her tiny little dress, sitting on milk crates and insisting i sit in her lawn chair. Men are coming and going from the booth, obviously there to bump elbows with her for horny man reasons.

We talk about art, influences, music, hamtramyck, politics, drugs (not that i know much about it). I learn she deals on the side, but didn't want to tell me what at the time.

All the while every time she moved a bit too jarringly her tits would fall out of her dress. Not that the dress could even contain them when covered to begin with. But every time some rando would say "OH darling, fix your dress, you're falling out of it." She'd play dumb, look down, then herk the hem of her dress up to flash her panties at them, THEN fix the boob.

Anyway... Shes a blast. She bought ketamine from a dude in front of a cop, but the cop didn't realize. Then she offered some to me, but i turned it down, kindly.

Uhhhhhh after like 6p i got a lil sleepy. Being a night shifter being up for a daylight thing is not the best for me. So i got her number and went home to sleep.

Once i was sobered up, I kinda thought about it all,and like... Shes entirely and exactly like i tend to imagine my lil animal girls on here, why am i drawn to that chaos, when irl im like super chill?

Anywayyyyyyy... Id love to hang with her in a less chaotic space, if she has less chaos in her life. But otherwise I dodged a bullet for sure. Thats just too much crazy.

Thanks for listening. Love u.

What is your favort x-mans? I hate it why is it such a gendered name? Prof. Is cancelled. Sexist.

But my favorite;

X-men:Evolution Rogue is my first crush (not counting reggie rocket from team rocket, and that one smirking girl from Lego Rock Raiders sets) shes just that classic goth baddie in the cartoon.

Gambit, cuz he talks good and makes things essplode. Also bo-staff.

But probably, now that i have more fully understood my teen girlhood in my late 30s my ultimate favorite is Jubilee, from the og cartoon.

Just hella 80's hyper color, pizzazz powers. If i was her i would shoot my enemies with explosive finger guns. And even though I don't really have enemies in my real life; I would make enemies, if i had super powers just so i could fight them with my finger guns and visor shades and skateboard.

Maek the rest of the critchers from my grunge urban trash animal friends group surrounding my Roadthrill and witch-cat concept.

Radroach the cockroach

Henko the cuttlefish mutant sushi sewer monsterrr

A greasy, sickened pigeon

A tetsuo the ironman ass trash golem.

A racoon

A big back alley orgy to display some derelict detroit looking dilapidated urban ruin.

I unno ... Any ideas?

My dad woke up to our family dog Frisky stumbling and struggling to get around. He just took her in to the vet, and it looks like she has a progressive brain tumor. So we're going to wait on her blood tests to make sure we can get her some steroids to give her a little more time. But inevitably she's not got long.

Shes 15 now, i think. And she is easily the most wonderful dog any of us have ever had. Just the most interesting, kind, expressive and energetic thing, but also the smartest and least misbehaving. Just... The perfect girl. The goodest. It has been nothing, ever, but a pleasure to have her around and I don't know what we're going to do when she's gone.

Had a lot of things change all of the sudden back in February and kinda lost a lot of the ability and time to do my art and keep up with everyone here's work.

I want to get back into my art and make more stuff. But my new job (which is basically my same job but a different location and department) doesn't give me the ease and down time to work on stuff on the weekdays.

Also i kinda choose to chill once im home rather than doodle. Part of that is mental health stuff, part of it is some lost interest.

Just wanted to update, and hope everyone is doing well.

Love youuu!!!

Frankinscence 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Errrrggg. This crazy ass time we're in; i guess ive been more and more aware of how un-helpful all of my online habits have been especially on social media. Memes are fun but its not worth it at all. Even before meta launched their new policy changes, fact check revocation, singling out trans folk as now valid targets for harassment.

I mean the real crimes are just stealing sll my data, and feeding the worst information. Same goes for twitter. But meta is the eorst with invasive data mining.

Anyway. Deleted all my meta accounts. Deleted my twitter.

Just bluesky and discord from now on. And a couple encrypted dm apps.

I guess an update on my life journal, and my plan to survive this fresh cyber fuck fascist hellscape is in order soon.

The feeds from the news of the pallisades is crazy.

Theres this dark part of me that really revels in watching malibu and Pallisades uber rich have to abandon their super cars in traffic jams, and leave them to burn along side all those mansions.

But theres also this very intense fear that these fires are completely un containable, and out of control, jumping streets in the wind towards far far less fortunate people's lives.

I hope if you're in LA, you're safe, you have somewhere safe to get too, and that you can get fire coverage insurance.

My heart goes out to yall. This is crazy.

I am vegan myself; for both animal rights, and ecological reasons; so it might strike ppl as weird for me to so frequently promote the killing of (invasive) animals.

The lionfish extermination corp are a group of a handful of divers that exclusively hunt the invasive lionfish off the coasts of florida. They either feed the fish to other native species, or sell them to seafood shops, as lionfish venom is safe to eat.

While research in certain areas suggest diver culling is working on at least mitigating the ecological impact of the fish. Other areas, and other research suggests it is not (or at best, has inconclusive effects.) However it really is the only way to cull the population reliably. I just feel i need to point that out too, given i am promoting the practice.

There is also potential in trying to teach sharks they can potentially hunt lionfish, thus kind of engaging the extant ecology to hunt these fish that otherwise have no predators. The exterminaton corp do this as well; with sharks they are familiar with. But the venemous frills and spines make it dangerous and difficult for sharks to bite, and thus difficult to incentivize the change in predation.

Anyway this is one of the diver's YouTube channels that I had heard about them from. The naration is lovely, and focuses on many diverse animals in the reefs, as much as it does on hunting lionfish.

Cw: fish killing, kinda violently.

https://youtu.be/vfo-gcuKxoc?si=f-kuUSQo0eLgjMgG

Im kinda heart broken.

Friends in a discord server were talking about the fermi paradox, and the whole "theres so many stars and so many planets that could host life, how come we haven't found any evidence of life beyond own own planet?"

And the usual arguments were made;

They inevitably killed eachother off in conflict or social/cultural/resource collapse; all great filter style.

Or because the likelihood of a hyper colonial imperialist super society domineering and destroying all other life is too reasonable, any other advanced cultures naturally would have hidden themselves so as not to be enslaved.

They are incomprehensible and we haven't a clue what aliens realy could be. What i like to call the "mites in my bedroom carpet theory". So like there are all sorts of bugs, entire ecosystems within our homes, that for the most part both the human, and the ant or spider, or mite will never ever meet within our lifetimes. Either because we live in disparitely different places in the house, or because we simply don't perceive eachother when we do meet.

Which kind of ties in to the benevolent alien empire theory. The aliens have us segregated because we are either inconsiquential, disturbing to them ("they're made of meat" if you've ever read it.) or they seek to preserve us, as is, or in a way to allow us the right time to be contacted. Basically a simulation, or a zoo enclosure, or known uncontacted amazonian tribes.

Or we are completely alone.

(Theres also like dead space theory. Life has all been wiped out by inherently destructive biomass consuming monstrosities, or the 40k/event horizon hell dimension theory, that extra dimensionsl evil consumes all life that uses ftl merhods to navigate space. But thats basically just sci-fi horror's great filter theory)

Of all of these i am most hopeful for the mites in the carpet theory. Its the least grim, and the least nihilistic of our own existence, as well as the existence of other fantastic life.

But I'm also deeply disturbed by how much of peoples, especially scientists, theorists and astrophysicists are so clearly suffering from a lack of self awareness of human history. Or more precisely they only seem to be able to imagine life following this only most recent, and dramatic technological point in human history to seem to only see life and alien societies as hyper colonial self destructive monsters. That inevitable
and eventually detectable technological progress can only look like infinite exponential expansion and consumption, control and command through exclusion; or its simply not possible to exist otherwise.

Literally everything but "bugs in the carpet" is predicting the very very worst human acts are the only possible paths intelligent life can take.

And if you look into how these theories gain popularity through their statistical probability, you find the "Drake Equation" which really also seems only able to assume tiers of detectable intelligent life as being limited by their ability to technologically overcome scarcity via exponential expansion. If the equasion says the only most likely societies to be detectable are the societies that expand the furthest and most agressively, then yeah... All the theories based on those equations have to be the most insane and colonial.

But im there like... Fam thats crazy. That kind of ecological resource limitation philosophy is already deeply understood to be self destructive. As we sit here witnessing global warming's ecological and social collapse. Floridians im pouring this one out for you.

If we can see that there are limitations to resource and environment that then limit technology, and "progress" to a point at which we face catastrophic ecological collapse without any advancement further than cursory local solar system exploration... Then how are we going to imagine cultures reach that hyper colonial, great filter breakthrough.

Either, yeah, they never will.. or...

What if, they are clever enough to not be ruled by a hyper capitalist hyper imperialist culture, and actually develop or step back to truly ecologically and resource regenerative, consumption practices?

What if instead of needing to create dyson spheres, or completely strip mine Mercury like planets... They just recycle their materials, and use technology that doesn't require unabated, non-renuable resources? Much like we are more than just on the cusp of developing for ourselves?

What if eating up everything and considering all other life as competators to our dominance isn't THE ONLY WAY to advance and explore?????

Golly what a thought.

Golly gee how hard is it for people to look at our species past (and present) and see that humans are in fact capable of flourishing and exploring our knowable world with technologies and practices that are homeostatic and regenerative? Like we did before imperiaism, and like indigenous peoples do prior to being colonized?

But idk, if maybe ppl are too attached to their fatalism, or too attached to the dramatic fiction of invasion fleets. Ppl very much did not agree with the idea.

Returning to regenerative technology doesnt mean returning to the neolithic, it just means returning to a state of mind where we don't consider ourselves as the master species, deserving of our dominance or self destruction.

I personally refuse to accept the choice is the worst imaginable theories, or nothing.

I'd rather we, and our alien counterparts live like mites in the carpet, distant, quiet, symbiotically with the universe of a bedroom and as hopeful, lonely explorers of wonder; but not hopelessly alone in a barren lifeless eternity. That statistically eventually we will meet, and it will be lovingly.

Because whether we can collectively imagine this future; or if we have to choose fatalistm and nhilism over it speaks volumes to our fate and hearts as human beings in the present.

Decolonize science.

Thank you for attending my video essay in text.

Delving into hella jams that swirl between my ears and warm my cold shrewd loveless brain is my current self care.

Part to sayisfy this need for a long ving sensation and wonder i offer you one of the longest lived bands in rock history. The Ex

This video features alot of Katherina Bornefeld on drums, whom reminds me of my friend Roberta. Whom herself is a musician, and a fashionista that just charms me every time I see her.
https://youtu.be/dzFUjOksyME?si=CstyBkXsfiqUwfo9

Then some other songs to really whet your whistle whith:
https://youtu.be/QGTZL9ZNLdM?si=mx-7pwLY3yIf266W

https://youtu.be/6Xw0AHIXupw?si=fwfUC6KsvArB7CzH

https://youtu.be/yfskVxCn_qo?si=i4S4_VsDTv7DPSD4

Thank you have a lovely day my kittenz 🌹

My unborn fetus was murdered by Tropical fuck storm's Inflatable Graveyard. Thank you rowdy Australian weirdo band of psychedelic rage; i didn't want it anyway.


Also: despite my enormous huge throbbing boner for good punk and/or alternative rock stuff. I think the best music in the world is actually funk.

Funk and cosmic jazz. I just need that unconventional brass baybee.

Here i offer you these handful of jamz to convince you:
Melt yourself down melted me into a slippery sloppy butter puddle.
https://youtu.be/snQYoSCSxHo?si=AQgnm742N6l1sqSO

And holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Can you believe THIS came out in 1970? What the fuck is Africa up to now? Cuz they were thirty years ahead of contemporary NYC funk 50 years ago.

https://youtu.be/IlqppHJ2U-E?si=jd5WxnDZ6hgTcBYP

I dont think i want to use instagram for anything anymore. It crops my pics, and fucks them all up. It runs like shit, it feeds me nothing but stuff that i never want to know or see about.

All i want is share art, and keep up with bands. But all i get are pictures of sexy women that i didn't ask for. And apparently now; awards for posting something that recieved 400% more engagement than my average post... Which recieved a whopping 8 likes.

I have selfies that made twice as many interactions and comments. So why am i wasting my time trying to post art pics on a app format that doesnt even let me show the whole image, nor it an ap that lets md post half of my art due to zuch censor rules.

Im just going to stop posting art on insta at all. Its useless. Frankly all the big social media platforms are useless to me.

Im tired of shitposts, and thirst traps. The internet is a wasteland more emotionally taxing than facing real life.

Its October now. Im going to watch frakinhooker and killer clowns from outer space. 😤

GUYS GUYS GUYS! after almost a year of not having an FA on here, I finally got around to resetting my password and figuring this poor account out.

IM BACK! I don't have any arts to upload, cuz I haven't doodled anything in that amount of time... at all... sad sad.. but whatever. my doodles is dumb.

but anyway. Super happy to have it back yay!

and now to sift through 843 submissions... t.t

what 2 do nao?

do you peoples like peoples?

maybe I will try to make some peoples arts?

maybe I will try to not be lame...

... at least im doing something with my FA for once...

S P E C I F I C S
> legal name: Frankenscence
> preferred names: Bah
> acceptable names: Frankie, Eris, Hendly, Bahari, IDIOT.
> # april 15 1987
> gender: hairy
> preferred pronouns: SHE/THEY
> acceptable pronouns: SHE/HER/HERS/THEY/THEM/THEIR
> sexual preference: Get what you can get! :V
> relationship status: Single, keep your mitts off me!
> religious standing: Space is the place!

A P P E A R A N C E
> species: Spotted Hyena
> race: yt as blow
> height: 5'7
> weight: 125 lbs
> body build: boney twig
> complexion: white people lookin'
> scars/birthmarks: eternal scars on my knees from playing soccer on black top as a kid. Apparently I had no shits to give about bleeding back then. HXC
> hair color: brown, girlfriends always say "awwwww when I look at you up close your hair is really red."
> hair style: chelsea, growing it back out though.
> eye color: Green blue amber hazel
> glasses: I dare not take them off... I look so weird without them
> typical clothing: goblincore sweaters and maximal jewelry, punk-t, queercore patch vests, skirts, skinny pants, docs, wiiiide brim hats, a bout 1000$ worth of little black dresses, i like to look so much like im a witch the chuds assume ill curse them if they approach me.
> jewelry: worm earings, lots and lots of jungle jangles. And you know what they say; "da bigga da hoop da bigga da hoe."

P E R S O N A L
> current location: Michigan
> occupation: factory peon
> personality type: hott
> personality: actually pretty meek and nice and demure. Friendlieness kills enemies faster than fighting them.
> family: A village's worth of friends.

F A V O U R I T E
> shows: Bocchi the Rock
> youtuber: Memoria
> music: Rite nao its Cocteu Twins <3
> animals: they all rock. The freaky deep sea critters more than most though.
> sounds: Rain rain rain rain, zombie groans.
> smells: petricor and worms after a light rain, anice, Frankenscence
> aesthetics: nuclear winter

A R T I N F O
> commission info: I don't
> art trades: on occasion
> requests: maybe.

tooth I stole this from you...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wu5iAgJ65dA

you saw it here first, hyena-curators.fajournal.com/miley/goop

After about 200 days as a 90 day temp I have officially been awarded a stack of fucking paper work due by the end of the week for direct hire and its inherent benefits.

I get a bucko moolah more, 401k with a miniscule employer contribution, and shit medical!

im livin it up! this is the real life that's happ'nin. yall gunna see me on the street driving that rust bucket lemon going DAAAYUM! that's Mad Stacks Hyena. She's one bad mutha... Shut you mouth! but im only talking 'bout Bahari! *funk beat break down*

folks been dying a lot all of the sudden... at least on here in the couple weeks I've read three RIP journals. Is everyone ok? Is everyone getting enough water?

Make sure you drink enough water, dehydration in these terrible sweeping death epidemics will sneak up on you.

And stay away from those funky woozley drugs... they'll kill ya.

Why are there banner ads on this site advertising "im a hot lonely mature woman, I get horny as I get older, mmmmmmmm... come and fuck me!"

how did they know?????????????? D:

please understand children... this is not how sex is SUPPOSED to happen!

A supple touch of no physical means
wakes me up from slumber, as it were.
Wicked conceits and fantastic imaginations
abound around the gregarious feeling
as incorporeal fingers grace my thoughts

What hands but my own heart's
tender rhythmic petting could do this?
What sturdy firm and gripping thoughts
muster up the long lonely nerves?

Straddling the omens of chills up my spine
as invisible fingers tickle my neck.
Wicked little hairs stand on end from tail bone
to skull.

To heed myself the moment
the very instance of creasing smile..
To heed the inspiration as it comes
is like God has come back to my meager life.

Simple skips in the step
and rapid rambling talk
keep to tempo, to beats
of blood flows in sinews inside you.

I dance in a way
when I pace about my thoughts of you
I flutter and shutter and shake
but no one sees those dance moves
like blood flows in sinews inside you...

... Hidden behind thick skin

Flashing grins keep secret
fears of icebergs I could charge towards
with pounding churns of propeller's course
like heartbeats in sinsews inside you.

Tremble please,
Tell me with the quick unsteady
words you muster in hesitant breath
That you know what ominous means.

Nothing is as adorable as ignorance
But i want nothing adorable about you.
You terrify me, blooded werewolf,
Sad howler

By judge of your teeth your bite is bad
but no horror like a Hollywood tenderness.
No threat like feeling
that blood flow in sinews inside you

My pulse might stop
and chills might strike us both
But we wont die tragically
like Shakspeare's brats
Blood flows on in sinews inside you...

... Whether you want to fight or not
when this cold surge in our veins turn out
to be grand...

...mistakes.