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Gemini Home Entertainment (2019) - 10/10

This is how you write cosmic horror. This is how you make a found footage horror monster. This is how you build an anthology series and a setting. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MAKE ANALOG HORROR
December 17, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Ae, Wayward Abscissions Yonder (2025) - 7/10

A fairly middling beginning that turns into a deep, tortured thrashing, wailing, and howling. Unfortunately it just kinda ends.
December 15, 2025 at 2:55 PM
I only know what I saw in those brief 20 minutes alone 2:00 AM.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
A Red Score in Tile is truly what you make of it and like every moment before, present, and after it is shaped an influenced by what you see before it. Some see an empty mall, some see ultimate derealization, some see death, some see nothing at all.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I don't want to rate this album out of a binary score or some sort of ranking because it feels both disingenous to what I feel about it and it isn't in the spirit of what it is, if it's even anything.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
And much like every tenderly curated loop, every warp of the synth, every quiet moment I share in the quiet moment that is my life, it had ended and I had moved one; left only with the hazy reminisce of its feelings.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I thought to share these revelations in the moment and downloaded a picture of one of the covers, intending to write all this, but I had opened bluesky and nigh immediately had gotten distracted and carried away doing something else.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I saw how blindly fast we're hurdled through experience, left only to recollect what had just happened while continuing this endless collision with the present. I saw a glimpse into what could only be seen as both our life and the next: A repetitious shuffle with minute details that we cherish.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
The mild weeping hum of the background, the almost manual "dunmp" at the end of every loop, the both impersonal and encompassing warmth of those 6 chords. I saw how fleeting every moment I share with anyone thinking about anything. I saw just how little and how much time I have to enjoy anything.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I did some digging and found an article by Daniel Baker 14 years ago discussing the (likely intended) themes and ideas the piece wanted to explore. After reading I decided to try and go back to sleep. In the 15-20 minutes that I lay there, weary eyed, face down in my pillow...I saw it. I saw it all.
December 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM