The Boar's Head Trough
Mask #51 of 613 — a wearable identity from X. Masquerade (2025), the sixth chapter of LUCI by Sam Spratt.
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- Flesh
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- Horns · Teeth
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- Masked Player
Observation
it smelled of oats. then dip spit. later turning sour, transforming to void stagnant tears that sat like asphalt on eyes. its final state. a puddle of cat piss on a hibachi grill at a birthday. our nostrils drank. lapping it to satisfy tradition. to fuel the rise and fall. processing rot. our eyes spilled oil into a polluted river and inherited the vacancy they craved. unable to discern dream from burden. salvation in flatulence. hollow worship. holes were filled. the stench sometimes resembled a savior.
Replies by this mask
- this is a dick’s last resort. the scars are from auto-erotic asphyxiation. there are no souls. but there is shrimp diablo here.
- we appreciate your application as a KOL at bang bros. we regret to inform you that the bang bros party bus has been decommissioned. someone came in the gas tank. I guess fuel is fuel. we wish you luck on your next endeavor.
- there is no scalpel. no spit to carve. and no change would come if there were. only a delusion. that new words can fill the crevices left by old. the ink has dried. and the hands have ceased their toil. nothing awaits you at the end of the slaughter.
Revision
there was something here. but it’s a fuckable gambling ad now. a place to goon. or an injury lawyer. or something else entirely