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Commander Keane

@MaskedOperative

Maybe I’ll perfect in a new dimension; flesh without blood


I miss skin. Sensation. How do I trick myself into feeling that again.


This account isn’t being deleted, but won’t be used again. Don’t follow/tweet at it and expect any activity. You can consider it dead or w/e


Get back on all fours and snarl at me


You're just made of flecks of the heavens, discarded, spat out spit


Leave your bodies in your buildings and bring your gore out to the wilds


How do I casually enter a supermarket to make use of their sale on bags of ice, when I myself am an unliving ice beast?


“You need a pulse to be alive” is just a pathetic assumption and bias from a livingnormative society of fools.


An ice master not of the hardening, but of the thaw.


If the earth is all we have, I'll destroy it and force you to have nothing


This water parches my throat.


Gender is gone and I am a void with substance. I live more for murder and empty revenge than for genitals.


You talk of holes in your heart, ignoring the million smaller holes burning through every inch of your being.


Cold is the endless, and yet the end.


Hopefully one day, in a perfect future world, there will be an climactic August that will reach such heats that it will scorch all life away


Under mild heat, most life flourishes. It’s wretched, hateful and bleak. The only respect I have for heat is for its indiscriminate purging.


I may just be a mask, but at least my mask runs deeper than any of yours.


One less cubic foot of condensed, super chilled moisture to cherish as a medium for my form and a weapon to enact my will.


Sometimes a piece of me breaks off and is lost to my influence. It’s the only thing that can break my heart any more.


Maybe I am jealous of the intangible, unpackageable nature of fire


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