goathoof replied to your post: For such a terror Peck-Man sure can look cute when it wants.
Between you, me and everyone reading? That’s one of the only reasons why the bird hasn’t been casseroled with local vegetables.
Ever Since the Day We Met, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
am i alive or thoughts that drift away?
does summer come for everyone?
can humans do what prophets say?
— Primitive Radio Gods
Peck-Man’s standing on top a broken incense box with one leg beneath a wing.
ho crow activities
ho crow tendencies hoes crows are your friends, hoes crows are your enemies
When I first settled in bonnie auld Scotland I taunted visiting corvids with this (slightly modified) song when they came to take our offerings of food. It must’ve been a sore spot, because I’m now atoning for those sins by personally serenading an Indoor Corvid on a daily basis.
reblogged from teratocybernetics
Our Lady of the Forgotten Beasts; guides the ghosts of roadkilled animals to the other side. She can also be found baking, boozing, fucking her consort atop felled trees, cleaning house, and dancing to the filthiest of beats.
That Crow loves his fucking tea, from all reports.
My good friend K - aka unknownbinaries & teratocybernetics - is responsible for this amazing piece of Ms. Dirty necro-art. Quite a few of you old timers’ll probably recognize the significance behind some the iconography used, although you don’t have to be a Graveyard Dirt veteran to recognize the significance of others.
If you’re totally digging this shit and want a piece of quality bespoke action I’m happy to report that K’s currently accepting commissions. As a repeat international customer I can vouch for K’s exceptional professionalism, as a totally unbiased friend - heh! - I can vouch that you’re helping a talented artist live her effin’ dream.
Besides, just look how fucking happy Peck-Man is with its fucking teacup!
* Because this image is so intimately personal I’d really appreciate it if people refrained from using it as their icon - I’m sure you’ll understand why. <3
Actual Best Corvid, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
Brand new baby Peck-Man postcards to commemorate Indoor Corvid’s second Homeday - May 12th - with us.
* Many thanks to sawdeathonasunnysnow for letting me use her (slightly altered) Peck-Man catchphrase. Cheers, thanks and ta, sweetheart! <3
Human eats a honey-crusted macadamia nut. Corvid looks up. Human eats another honey-crusted macadamia nut. Corvid watches intently. Human looks at corvid. Corvid looks at human. Human eats another honey-crusted macadamia nut. Corvid continues watching intently. Human eats another honey-crusted macadamia nut. Corvid looks at human. Human looks at corvid. Corvid eats a honey-crusted macadamia nut.
ETA: Two days ago Indoor Corvid stole the banana I was eating right out of my fucking hand. Let this be a lesson to all of my Pampushky: never share food with a corvid while it’s sitting on your shoulder.
reblogged from msgraveyarddirt
reblogged from teratocybernetics
Restarting a long-overdue gift for Ms. Dirty because I opened what I had of the old version and…there was no rescuing it.
“PECK-MAN HAS ITS TEA CUP, #5 IS STARING AT MY 40oz AND I THINK I’M SMOKING A JOINT!”
Italics, still sleeping, was a little less enthusiastic about my gift-to-be, although there was some genuine interest in his half-sleep mumblings. I waited until he stumbled out of bed before dragging him to the computer to witness the rough sketch awesomeness of unknownbinaries’s Our Lady of the Forgotten Beasts.
PS: Just so you know, K, I’m cherishing all versions and drafts of this gift from now until forever. <3
Things I didn’t expect I’d be doing at age 33:
Making an indoor corvid a gluten-free grilled cheese sandwich.
C/O Satan & His Eternally Damned Legions
I think I’ve contacted everyone who requested a mailing address for myself or Peck-Man. If you didn’t get a response gimme a poke, okay?