Tuesday, November 10

Those boys are delusional.
Sometimes shy, yet vital.
Always juvenile.
Always in style.

Sunday, November 8

I am water. I was still.
Never needed: tranquilizers. Never a pill.
Until the earth absorbed me deeper—deeper underground.
Into the cavities with no light, no air, no ƒeel.
But I will not oblige the land with anger as I refuse to kneel.

Saturday, October 31

HAPPY HOLLOWINN,
MUTHERFUCKING KIDS AND TEENS!

I SEE YOU TOO, PEEK-A-BOO!
IF I CATCH YOU, I'LL EAT YOU.

Thursday, October 29

























He was Earth. He was Forest.
He pled for fire, never the best.
Dressed in brown on cartwheel of frown.
Distorted cycle ceased to spin, don’t turn around.


I heard him sucking the lava out of her melting sun.
Nipping on his own land of made belief—a hot cross bun.
Self-submerged in the placenta of dirt.
V for volcano, compelled to squirt.

Head first, legs the latter.
Low
est of intestines, as if depth matters.
Bound. Placenta of earth.
Gagged. In the hopes of rebirth.

























Tuesday, October 13

HAPPY OCTOBER TH;RTEENTH

IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN HALLOWEEN.

Tuesday, September 15













Thursday, August 27

THE MEMOIR OF A MADMAN

video

J IS FOR JOHN APPETIT.
FOOD IS PLEASURE WITH NO GUILT.

"I CHASE TINY LITTLE KIDS."

RITUALS:
1. CUT THEIR FEET.
2. MAKE THEM BLEED.
3. EAT THEM BIT BY BIT.

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MUSIC: "METALLURGE" BY SPIDER AND THE FLIES

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TO DANA PUTRA AND PUTRI ADELIA:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND BELATED.
I CAN'T RE-UPLOAD IT.
SO SORRY IT'S TINY AND PIXELATED.

Sunday, August 23

Today I met death, and it was delightful.

















Tuesday, August 18

Dolores Dagmar VS MAXTHEDOG

Monday, August 3

17-


Eyesight from afar. At the age of barely
seventeen, the little girl fell in love.
It happened to be at the very first sight
as she rolled her eyes to the left not right.
With secrecy of lust, planned to be untold.
Unkown, a fact: she was bold.

"I knew my eyes were glued to his."

So she made her move.
And he unexpectedly flowed
with the familiar groove.
Sunk in the tar as they
walked away from one another.
Short hi(s) short bye(s).
Anxious demise.

But the next morning.
She hasn't changed.
There he was—standing.
There she was—unlike the dog and her sausage.

Her mind was pure.
Her experience was poor.
Not a beggar's winter daze at a filled tureen.
Still, she was the little girl of sixteen.

Monday, June 1


Friday, May 29












A time to see

and a time to forever shut your eyes.

A time to be:

Still. As you feel yourself arise.


Exposed neon lights,

forcefully waking you up.

Strangers in whites,

you're late, my time is up.


Walking home, intrudes worry.

My dear, it's fine to be.

Grasping victory.

Grasp your own glory.





Dedicated to AnonymouS.

Friday, May 15

Friday Mourning



In the cave of Gang of Fangs

and their eternal hunger pangs.

In the garden of dancing banshees,

one wander. Will I ever rest in peace.


Came along night time's slash of ponder.

You wonder who you were.

Something tasty.

Something fairly fleshy.


Don't rely on dreams

as they constantly change themes.

The day your head was hurled is the night your neck is pearled.

You'll be famous in our world.

Vision blurred, eyelashes curled.

You are famous in my world.


Thursday, May 14

12:12 AM

The witching hour.
I'm about to do something evil tonight.

Sunday, May 10

I'm awake, but

I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming about flying
with my, with my
mindblowing batwings.

Ssshh..
I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming.

Saturday, May 9

Perhaps I will follow you into the sea,
where only plankton and dead ship are all I could see.



Rainbow squid, seaweed seed,
with my decayed feet, you I will feed.


(Borrowed images for further edit)

Saturday, April 25

Woken up?

Woken up.

Not from a dream.

That caused one to scream.

Nor it was from a nightmare.

That to shut both eyes ever again, one would never dare.


Woken up falling of the stairs disguised as a chair?

Woken up by a VACANT STARE.


Just because it was a deck of cards to deal.

It doesn't mean it would feel real.

It is a piece of mind you steal.

The one you slice, the one you chew, the one you swallow, the one you made into your meal.

Before you flush down.

I've lost my crown.


The King of Heart, made me his tart.

Towards my forehead, a cupid threw a dart.

What a retard.

But cupids aren't meant to be smart.


From here they fly.

Always too high.

They aren't them and us and you and I.

In a shape of goodbye.

Wednesday, April 22

To All money hungry muthafuckas out there:
Hungry beggas; Pocket pickas; Gold diggas; Diamond huntas; Drug dealas; Crack lovas; Non-money-makas; Jeez whatevas.
Here's a U$1 note I've been saving for years.
Guess what?
You can have it.

MALEFICENCE!

DREAMWEAVER IS A KILLER.

NOT OF EXCELLENCE,

IT IS A WORD FOR CALLING A MURDER.

Shandika Mileva is a king,
who kicked DREAMWEAVER'S ASS this morning.
It was quite a dream of weave
but I call it nightmare reef.

BYEBYE UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD
cause you just made my brain twirled.
Thanks to Rengga
AND THE <"BR/"> BANGERS!

Thursday, April 16

Shandika Mileva

is the one
whose ribcage almost
got crushed in between
the train doors this
afternøøn but let's
think posi+ive:
If she got into
the hospital, she
could leave
her homework
A L O N E .

Wednesday, April 15

A

c r a s h

OF THUND∑R

Tuesday, April 14

The Lve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants
to Thunderous Implements
(Session #2)

The Lve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants
to Thunderous Implements
(Session #1)

The Delicacy Of a Pig-Faced Flying Rat


Monday, April 13

Terror wave, persistent roam
Vacant cave welcoming home





Thursday, February 5

Should I walk forward?
Should I stay here?
If it's You I must walk toward,
I am in great fear.

Let's say, I came a little late,
would You still open the door?
Or would You make me wait,
until there's nothing left to explore?

Rapidly you stalk,
still I am, in my greatest fear.
Give us a moment to talk,
I need You near.

You could have slashed me with the sickle you possess,
then why chose slowly terminating hearts?
Or can I bear another mess,
dear veiled cupid with sharpened darts?

Tuesday, January 27

ROSES ARE DEAD, VIOLETS ARE TOO.
AS I HAVE SAID:
"YOUR DREAMS ARE UNTRUE."

Tuesday, December 9

D is for Divvy,
who finally got her wound perfectly cured before she turned twenty.
And let it be thrashed and
c r u s h e d once again.
Leaving her looking plain in the still water with
bloodstain.

(A tribute to Mark Ryden's Wound)


Saturday, December 6

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!




Tuesday, November 4

The Deadtime Stories.


1
"TRICK OR TREAT?
ALL I WANT IS YOUR FRESH MEAT!"
J is for John Appetit.
Food is pleasure with no guilt

"I chase tiny little kids!"

Cut their feet!
Make them bleed!

"Then I'll eat them bit by bit . . . ."





2
"IN MY HAND: A SILVER LIGHTER.
LET YOUR FLESH BLEND WITH FIRE."
L is for Lex Lungfucker,
One mad killer vampire
She appears as sweet as sugar
But she'll burn you like lit cigar

Lex doesn't suck on protein bars

"I only crave nicotine and tar."





3
Quincy Quest . . Quincy Quest . .
WILL YOU KILL THAT BRUTAL HEART PEST?
Q is for Quincy Quest
Who stomps around with blood-stained chest!
Gulping blood he does it fast
His life is sure one big blast!

"Dark alleyways, my grungy nest!
A place where I could only rest!"





4
WHAT CAN SHE DO IN ONE SHARP GLANCE?
"I'LL MAKE YOU PEE RIGHT IN YOUR PANTS!"
F is for Frankie Uberlens.
The girl with an eyeful of romance

"Unlike the kind of spell to dance,
This stare is to put you into a trance."

Frankly, there's no such thing as a peep defense
Neither will do see-through mental cans.





5
ALL SHE DOES IS YELL AND YELL!
RUIN YOUR EARDRUMS, MAKE THEM SWELL!
R is for Rafael Loubell
Who carries around a doll made of gel

Rafael has a story to tell:
That she once lived in the prison cell
Accused of stealing The Golden Shell
Which an old man used to sell
But there was the time he felt unwell
She pushed him off the cliff and so he fell

"I shall say goodbye! Farewell!
I just hope you burn in hell!"

Friday, October 31

HAPPY HOLLOW-INN,

chilldren and assaults!

Saturday, September 20

The Irrational Letter of International Paper #1


Heads in the cloud . .

What was I thinking?
What I was thinking.
Was I thinking what?
I was thinking what.
What thinking was I?
What thinking I was.
I was what thinking?
Thinking I was what?
Thinking I was what.

Saturday, September 13

The Thirst. The Hunger.
And The Stigmatic Disaster.

I didn't mean to scare you,
I was just playing with a pint of scarlet hue.

Monday, June 16


"I told you, I told you I'd be right back ."

Now where?
Now here?
Nowhere.

Friday, May 30

Record, Play, Rewind,
Pause, Fast forward, Eject.
to damage - to repair is
my shadow puppet movie project.
About a poisoned little girl,
whose name was Pearl.

video

Music: "Empty House" by Air

Thursday, May 15

Personal matter
And a loathe letter
Venal wire
Byebye betrayer.

Sunday, October 7


#1 The Bloodsucker

#2 The Teardropper

#3 The Shoulder (to cry on)

#4 The Brain Damager

#5 The Prayer

#6 The Conqueror

Monday, September 17


Thursday, September 6

#1 The Note-taker
#2 The Cilly Danser
#3 The Spastic Glancer
#4 Mayonnaise The Step-dad Shooter and The Mother Fucker
#5 Laundrette and The Washing Machine Monster
#6 The Hangmother
#7 The Phlegmatic Disaster



(Borrowed color photos for collages)