HOLLOW INN

2010-08-30T01:11:00.006+10:00

I HATE GREAT SONGS—they sate my timely hunger for black enlightener.

But then they eat me up until my desire ceases to exist, until all my perceptions vote to resist.

Like engrossed. Before then shortly overdosed.

2010-08-20T00:21:00.017+10:00

MONDAY MAYHEM

Last night we went to our graveyard to play Seek & Hide

On the grass of our childhoods that died

When multiplied, we were never forlorn

When multiplied, we repaint ourselves with the roses' thorns

To reform the skins of our bodies

To reform them with hieroglyphs of forbidden theories

We conversed about full stops to our whys

As the worms began to sweat through our mouths

Until again, we ran out of time

Muted the volumes of umbilical mimes

Until again, we died, not knowing why we were born

Not knowing why they mourned

2010-08-18T02:32:00.020+10:00

"Do you want to know what I fucking want, Johnny?

Well I want some more brain travellers over coffee and cigarettes.

And less heart kneelers over my shoulder blades.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Goodbye, my sweet sweet Johnny."

2010-08-12T01:11:00.006+10:00

hint: daylight glisters downward

So it was an arm, an arm oƒ your strangler.

Oƒ your enemy, your own dear lover.

So it was an arm, raised up, abandoned.

It was an arm, a praying tragedy.

It was an arm, begging ƒor remedy.

2010-05-20T11:57:00.014+10:00

hint: daylight glisters downward

the cube and the clock. the tick then the tock. prediction of knocks. on walls ƒorever locked.

ƒingers. trigger. and glock. venture. in the suspicious manner. oƒ a cunt and a cock.

2010-04-22T14:02:00.003+10:00

To Lexington:

2009-12-25T16:25:00.002+11:00

Satan, all I want for christmas is still Roland VK8.

Cross my heart, nothing has changed.

2009-11-18T00:12:00.025+11:00

2009-11-10T02:22:00.007+11:00

The boy is delusional.

Sometimes shy, yet vital.

Always juvenile.

Always in style.

2009-11-08T09:07:00.006+11:00

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.

2009-10-31T21:13:00.010+11:00

HAPPY HOLLOWINN,

MUTHERFUCKING KIDS AND TEENS!

I SEE YOU TOO, PEEK-A-BOO!

IF I CATCH YOU, I'LL EAT YOU.

2009-10-29T01:00:00.014+11:00

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.

2009-10-13T11:01:00.007+11:00

HAPPY OCTOBER TH;RTEENTH

—IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN HALLOWEEN.

2009-09-15T01:11:00.004+10:00

THE MEMOIR OF A MADMAN

2009-08-27T12:01:00.014+10:00

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.

MUSIC: "METALLURGE" BY SPIDER AND THE FLIES

TO DANA PUTRA AND PUTRI ADELIA:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND BELATED.

I CAN'T RE-UPLOAD IT.

SO SORRY IT'S TINY AND PIXELATED.

2009-08-18T23:44:00.005+10:00

Dolores Dagmar VS MAXTHEDOG

2009-08-03T12:23:00.015+10:00

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.

2009-06-01T00:12:00.002+10:00

2009-05-29T00:12:00.011+10:00

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.

2009-05-15T22:25:00.045+10:00

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.

2009-05-14T00:12:00.014+10:00

12:12 AM

The witching hour.

I'm about to do something evil tonight.

2009-05-10T12:00:00.020+10:00

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.

2009-05-09T23:51:00.023+10:00

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)

2009-04-22T13:01:00.021+10:00

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.

2009-04-22T12:12:00.021+10:00

MALEFICENCE!

DREAMWEAVER IS A KILLER.

NOT OF EXCELLENCE,

IT IS A WORD FOR CALLING A MURDER.

Dolores Dagmar 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!

2009-04-16T00:12:00.014+10:00

Vivienne Vaughn

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 .

2009-04-15T01:15:00.017+10:00

c r a s h

OF THUND∑R

2009-04-14T12:20:00.014+10:00

The L♥ve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants

to Thunderous Implements

(Session #2)

2009-04-14T11:45:00.023+10:00

The L♥ve-making oƒ Men in Tight Pants

to Thunderous Implements

(Session #1)

2009-04-14T04:40:00.008+10:00

The Delicacy Of a Pig-Faced Flying Rat

2009-04-13T22:30:00.011+10:00

Terror wave, persistent roam

Vacant cave welcoming home

2009-02-05T13:00:00.035+11:00

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?

2009-01-27T03:03:00.027+11:00

ROSES ARE DEAD, VIOLETS ARE TOO.

AS I HAVE SAID:

"YOUR DREAMS ARE UNTRUE."

2009-01-21T16:34:00.008+11:00

IN SEARCH OF GREY

FROM A SUDDEN DEATH OF A POSSIBLY DISASTROUS LOSS,

I found myself waking up in a woodland where all I could see

was the perfect tone of Burnt Umber. It wasn’t like the forest

you were told as a kid where there once lived a big bad wolf.

The odor of the moistened leaves has become more smellable

as I looked down on my toes and my damp boots produced

a sudden physical discomfort.

I heard voices from all around me as if there were my other

three trying to talk me into finding a place to rest for a little

while. I shut my eyes to let go all the noises that caused the

slight dizziness in my head and ignored all thoughts of finding

something else other than my way home.

But then I asked myself if I was ever home.

I was unsure.

As I re-opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of this grey smoke

coming out of nowhere. It took me a split second to make my

mind up between walking toward or away from it. The smoke

was trapped inside my nose and my eagerness to track it down

has increased without warning so I made a quick gesture.

The scent has somehow brought the feelings of being home.

I felt secure.

I let the sea of smoke led me toward the direction in which I

thought I would find something intriguing. Would it be like in

the bedtime story I always wanted my mother to read me, where

the little fairies baked a birthday cake for the princess whom

they secretly kept in the wooden house and let the magical

rainbow air out of the chimney?

It was dawn. After a long walk, the grey mist led me into a

house constructed from a solid form of smoke. I hadn’t seen

anything like it in my life nor in my dream. I could feel the

end of my lips moving upward.

Fascination.

There was no door but the wind from the inside absorbed me

into a hole only I would fit. I was let in, by the v a c a n t house.

All I found was a beautifully-carved wooden couch covered in

a s|t|r|i|p|e-patterned piece of cloth. I laid in curiosity but then

ignored my thoughts before I took a nap. That was the moment

I began to gain my understanding in constant sweet dreams. It was

the thrill that made me want to fall asleep until the end of time.

After days of exploring the house which I had practically moved into,

I decided to walk out with a certain thought of returning. The muddy

ground gave me an only choice of following the footpath that I hadn’t

notice that day I found the house. Repetitive footsteps seemed to

hypnotize my legs into walking forward without realizing there was

this narrow area covered by the similar moistened leaves that had

partially wet my boots. I knew that there had been a hole underneath

those leaves but it was too slippery to balance myself.

As I was falling deeper into the ground like it was my personal

grave that someone had purposely dug with hatred, for the sake of

my death. I focused on one question if I ever reached its bottom:
“Would there be an answer to my whys?”

But then realization has kept me insane with the fact that I had nothing to prove if the hole wasn’t bottomless so I tried to grab the knife that I’ve always had in my boots. After a few minutes, I was able to hold it tightly in my hand. Unfortunately, with a new question mark to end with. I was always aware that I was never the self-destructor. So I let go off my red knife and left myself with no choice but to fall.

2008-12-09T21:09:00.011+11:00

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)

2008-12-06T15:33:00.016+11:00

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!

2008-11-04T13:01:00.070+11:00

The Deadtime Stories.

"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 . . . ."

"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."

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!"

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.

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!"

2008-10-31T01:30:00.020+11:00

HAPPY HOLLOW-INN,

chilldren and assaults!

2008-09-20T18:11:00.015+10:00

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.

2008-09-13T23:35:00.027+10:00

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.

2008-05-30T10:53:00.029+10:00

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

2008-05-15T18:19:00.035+10:00

Personal matter

And a loathe letter

Venal wire

Byebye betrayer.

2007-10-07T20:50:00.017+10:00

#1 The Bloodsucker

#2 The Teardropper

#3 The Shoulder (to cry on)

#4 The Brain Damager

#5 The Prayer

#6 The Conqueror

2007-09-17T15:30:00.032+10:00

2007-09-06T11:31:00.017+10:00

#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)