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HELL WIZARD
@pyramidmaster.bsky.social
psychedelic death dream
Writer: Criticism - Consequence of Sound, Invisible Oranges, Treble, Lighthouse Media // Fiction - Lammergeier, 365tomorrows, Imperial Youth Review // Essays - Buttondown // Host: DEATH//SENTENCE

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Pinned
—“Define yourself in one word.”
—“No.”
what if he was small and from the ocean. shrimp springsteen
November 27, 2025 at 12:38 AM
this weird bug still loves you
November 26, 2025 at 10:51 PM
I still dream of you
November 26, 2025 at 10:43 PM
the clown performing himself
November 26, 2025 at 2:19 PM
stay numb
November 26, 2025 at 2:00 PM
no one would know if it was suicide or careless. one day, I would simply not be there
November 26, 2025 at 12:41 PM
try not to cry or throw up
November 26, 2025 at 12:34 PM
I am barely here
November 26, 2025 at 4:47 AM
how long until the rope wraps around my neck. how long until the plunge. a few short feet and a snap
November 26, 2025 at 4:47 AM
the suicide token
November 26, 2025 at 4:47 AM
heaven deluxe
November 26, 2025 at 4:42 AM
departing heaven
November 26, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Reposted by HELL WIZARD
People who say Gumby can't be forgiven because they fingered a PAWG are the same people who simp for these folks.

November 26, 2025 at 12:50 AM
am I a mistake to you? because you weren’t a mistake to me
November 26, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I want to be someone you can love again
November 26, 2025 at 1:35 AM
letting my love for you bring me solace
November 26, 2025 at 1:35 AM
I’m listening to progressive rock
November 26, 2025 at 1:01 AM
wear black t shirts, listen to Radiohead
November 25, 2025 at 7:50 PM
wounded by arrows
November 25, 2025 at 3:03 PM
moss grows inside my head
November 25, 2025 at 2:53 PM
in the shadow, forming life
November 25, 2025 at 12:53 PM
songs from the severed head
November 25, 2025 at 12:52 PM
heart in pain. scared
November 24, 2025 at 10:08 PM
creature and creation
November 24, 2025 at 7:05 PM
“I realize now that when I was plying these silent movies of life after our life, you were still there. You were sitting with me, the two of us alone in the theater, still together. This sadness is not an empty church and not an empty house.
November 24, 2025 at 7:01 PM