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Damien Ark
@damienark.bsky.social
failed shitty author of Fucked Up (Expat Press), Come October (Feral Dove). Bay area Jewish gay furry noise artist ambient/drone music nerd. profile pic by toshoneko
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shamefully posting about my two novels in case you haven't read them before. Fucked Up is my transgressive monolith. If you love depressing and disgusting literature, this is for you. Come October is my abstract auto-bio suicide note.
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drinking warm rainwater, licking limestone cave walls, bat fangs embracing a welcoming neck, mystical auroras dancing over us as i rimmed and you sucked, a cold sweat, sucking frozen cum-stains out of a hand-knitted family sweater, reminiscing of backfloating in the sunset
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November 13, 2025 at 11:04 PM
the procession at the edge of the river where i buried your suit of armor
November 13, 2025 at 10:58 PM
licking your wounds only makes them worse
November 13, 2025 at 10:55 PM
we fucked while chained to the ocean floor
November 13, 2025 at 10:51 PM
glimmering and smothered
November 13, 2025 at 10:48 PM
our souls sinking through the silent volcanic baths of venus
November 13, 2025 at 10:46 PM
trapped inside an opaque glass prism
November 13, 2025 at 10:44 PM
giant moths infest my quartz skull
November 13, 2025 at 10:42 PM
you're blinded by deathcock
November 13, 2025 at 10:34 PM
caramel teddy bear gets lost in an abyss
November 13, 2025 at 10:34 PM
vapid wormhole echo of a haunted childhood
November 13, 2025 at 10:32 PM
a plague of frogs can dismantle the strongest of tyrants
November 13, 2025 at 10:30 PM
bloody rusted collar and mouthful of chrysanthemum flowers
November 13, 2025 at 10:28 PM
fucking myself to manta ray sex tapes on vhs
November 13, 2025 at 10:24 PM
lost in a meadow of frightening robotic cows
November 13, 2025 at 8:05 PM
‪i'd enjoy retiring as a coyote on an abandoned island. an island where angels were sent to die. where we'd be reborn as fallen angels. we'd slaughter park rangers, grow into giants, topple dilapidated military barracks, and become unforgiving, carnal lords, and protectors of the forests.
November 13, 2025 at 7:55 PM
kelp forests lead to aquatic temples in which us sea otters pray in squelched tongues. whale corpses act as spirit gates in which our family sways from one ancestral song to the other. at night, we dive into an ocean of endless bioluminescent plankton while albino ghost dolphins sanctify our bay.
November 13, 2025 at 7:36 PM
ready for my autopsy
November 7, 2025 at 10:57 PM
my new life in a permanent black rubber suit
November 7, 2025 at 10:55 PM
among the skulls of my dead brothers
November 7, 2025 at 10:53 PM
i dream of tranquil white flowers flooding the cavity
November 7, 2025 at 10:50 PM
climb inside of my corpse. my ribcage is your staircase to heaven. be the marrow in my bones that explodes us to stardust.
November 7, 2025 at 10:45 PM
rotting could be another form of ascension
November 7, 2025 at 10:41 PM
returning to hell
November 7, 2025 at 10:40 PM