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Peat and marshlands have such a conservative power that you can find thousand-years old organic matter fossilised in pristine conditions ! So I hope you can be satisfied with your contributions on this earth, because the bog never forgets.

This site is for me to spread my art everywhere like mud. I mostly have writing up in the archive, including an ongoing fiction, Shreds and Riffs, and a pile of various things that could be poetry... or not.

I make (and enjoy !) a lot of art related to bodies. Raw bodily experience, sexual, painful, transformative, horrifying, sometimes all of the above and more. It can be heavy, so if it's not in your ballpark, feel free to skip.

Latest Shreds

"What the hell !? Why would you do that ?" yelled an utterly dumbfounded dark-skinned girl, wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and combat boots.

The squat, broad shouldered, cream-coloured wolf standing in front of her whimpered, feeling somewhat guilty even though she couldn't care much less about the rotund figure rapidly disappearing into the night at full speed on a bicycle.

All Before Dinner

Freshest Bone

An explosion of fur and teeth, unraveling slowly below me. I feel lied to, that something so terrifying can feel so right. What other unknown sensation is waiting for me in this reality ?

A blur of red

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