Those boys are delusional.

Sometimes shy, yet vital.

Always juvenile.

Always in style.

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.

HAPPY HOLLOWINN,

MUTHERFUCKING KIDS AND TEENS!

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

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.
Lowest of intestines, as if depth matters.
Bound. Placenta of earth.

Gagged. In the hopes of rebirth.

HAPPY OCTOBER TH;RTEENTH

—IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN HALLOWEEN.

THE MEMOIR OF A MADMAN

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.

Today I met death, and it was delightful.

Dolores Dagmar VS MAXTHEDOG

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.

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 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.

12:12 AM

The witching hour.

I'm about to do something evil tonight.

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.

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)

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.

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!

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 .

A

c r a s h

OF THUND∑R

The L♥ve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants

to Thunderous Implements

(Session #2)

The L♥ve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants

to Thunderous Implements

(Session #1)

The Delicacy Of a Pig-Faced Flying Rat

Terror wave, persistent roam

Vacant cave welcoming home

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?

ROSES ARE DEAD, VIOLETS ARE TOO.

AS I HAVE SAID:

"YOUR DREAMS ARE UNTRUE."

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)

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!

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!"

HAPPY HOLLOW-INN,

chilldren and assaults!

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.

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.

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

Now where?

Now here?

Nowhere.

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.

Music: "Empty House" by Air

Personal matter

And a loathe letter

Venal wire

Byebye betrayer.

#1 The Bloodsucker

#2 The Teardropper

#3 The Shoulder (to cry on)

#4 The Brain Damager

#5 The Prayer

#6 The Conqueror

#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)