THIS IS LIKE A SLAP IN THE FACE

•April 19, 2011 • 1 Comment

Press Play.

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY

IN MY WHOLE LIFE.

I’VE BEEN DENYING THIS SO LONG….

I’M SURE IT’S RIGHT.

FINALLY…THIS IS WORKING…FINALLY…THIS IS LIFE.

FINALLY…THIS IS WORKING…FINALLY…THIS IS LIFE.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK

AND EVERYTHING FALLS APART.

AND THEN COMES THE PULL….

AND SHE DIES.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK….

AND EVERYTHING COMES APART.

THEN COMES THE NIGHT

AND SHE DIES.

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THIS…THIS IS SOMETHING I’VE DONE…

I’VE NEVER BEEN SO BROKEN….

I’VE NEVER HURT SO MUCH.

THIS IS LIKE

A SLAP IN THE FACE.

THIS IS LIKE

AN AMPUTATION.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK….

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The Long Way Home

•November 3, 2010 • 4 Comments

Press Play.

Well I stumbled in the darkness, lost and alone

Though I said I’d go before us…

And show the way back home….

Is there a light up ahead? I can’t hold on very long….

Forgive me, pretty baby, but I always take the long way home.

Money’s just something you throw off the back of a train.

Got a head full of lightnin’, a hat full of rain

And I know that I said…I’d never do it again….

I’m sorry, pretty baby….

But I always take the long way home.

I put food on the table, and a roof overhead

But I’d trade it all tomorrow, for the highway instead.

Watch your back and pass your time….

Your love’s the only thing I’ve ever known.

One thing for sure, pretty baby….I always take the long way home.

You know I love you baby…

More than the whole wide world. You were my woman, you know you were my home.

Let’s go out past the party lights…where we can finally be alone.

Come with me…

And we can take the long way home.

 

Milez Iz Ded

•June 12, 2010 • 3 Comments

So I’m fucking off….

Don’t miss me.

Don’t.

So you gave it your all….

It still fell apart.

Don’t cry.

Don’t.

It won’t change a thing

To want it any other way.

Don’t.

It won’t change a thing

To want it any other way.

______________

(No, I’m not plotting my death.)

Wordsmithery: Milez Iz Ded – Afghan Whigs & Any Other Way – Captains Intangible

Skins, dress, blood, contacts, photofuckery, photoshoppery, and  poses by Munchflower Zaius

except the last one which is by Luth Brodie.

Chair was made by Zarabella Ming.

Lighted room of badassedness by Ivey Deschanel.

Boots of win by Zero Number

Hair by Deviant Kitties

WRONG.

•May 18, 2010 • 9 Comments

Zarabella Ming

Roblem Hogarth

Ivey Deschanel

Apatia Hammerer

Allegory Malaprop

Radio Signals

Recidivist Sideways

Hyasynth Tiramisu

Horrid Twine

Jonny Dusk

Juana Manuel

Nebulosus Severine

Anathema Xeltentat

Noir Maelstrom

Achariya Maktoum

Putrid Gloom

Tomoyuki Batra

Kala Bijoux

Grady Echegaray

Wrong.

***********************

And these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds….

Thank you to each and every one of you.

I don’t try to explain art, let alone mine. Someone once told me that if you tell people what it means to you, that’s all they’ll ever see when they look at it. Truth. It destroys what could have been seen, whatever they might have gotten out of it. That said, i’m not going to explain this one either, suffice to say that if you’re seeing anything other than us…

you’re wrong.

❤ Munch.

Talk Show Host

•May 6, 2010 • 6 Comments

I want to…


I want to be someone else or I’ll explode.


Floating upon this surface for the birds….


The birds…


The birds.

You want me?


Fucking well come and find me.


I’ll be waiting….


With a gun and a pack of sandwiches…


And nothing.


Nothing.

You want me?


Well come on and break the door down.


You want me?

Fucking come on and break the door down.

I’m ready…


I’m ready…


I’m ready.

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Lyrics are from Talk Show Host by Radiohead

The Mad Reverend’s skin, eyes, and armbands are all by Munchflower Zaius.

Everything else I have no idea where he got it so he can add details when he wakes up.

Poses by 5ith Order and Munchflower Zaius

Breach Python Gun by Eata Kitty

Cargo crates by Arcadia Asylum

Amen.

•May 2, 2010 • 1 Comment

You’re mothers’ child
But night lays you down…

Hair aflame, wild look in your eyes….
Naked belly to the ground

A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins

Crawls up your arm
Runs away with your mind

And burns dry thoughts like leaves.

Eyes stare up
But something’s in the way

In the Bible… only Angels have wings…

And the rest must wait to be saved.

A dry tongue
Screams at the sky…
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly.

Pieces of us die everyday
As though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell.

Where are my angels?
Where’s my golden one?
Where’s my hope
Now that my heroes have gone?

Some are being beaten
Some are being born.

And some

can’t

tell

the difference anymore.

Amen.

Amen.

( Hallelujah…
Hallelujah……. )
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Gargoyles, photoshoppery, photofuckery, and general malaise brought to you by Munchflower Zaius
Poses by Munchflower Zaius
5ith order
Zarabella Ming and
Pilgrim Miles
Shot entirely in Nomine which was made by Putrid Gloom and Horrid Twine
Lyrics: Amen – Jewel ( sue me. )

Wreath of Barbs

•February 13, 2010 • 6 Comments

Holy burning hand of wrath
piercing forever through the heart

and this flaming orbit of shame
ravages and splits the path

grinding, binding, taking away
needles above the prey
wreath of barbs

the injection of religion
has a comalike effect

and the bodies lay in decay
dreaming of a greener day

open eyes reading nothing
a sky harsh blue grins black

a sky harsh blue grins black

and I bleed and bleed in this wreath of barbs…

and I run and run but I don’t get far….

I don’t get far, don’t get far…

grinding…

( the injection of religion
has a comalike effect )

binding…

(and I bleed and I bleed and I bleed…)

Wreath of Barbs.

– – –

Skin, eyes, syringe necklace, rose vines, wreath of barbs, and photofuckery by Munchflower Zaius.

Shot on location in the Nomine churchyard.

Poses by Munchflower Zaius and Pilgrim Miles and possibly someone else. I can’t remember.

Lyrics: Wreath of Barbs – Wumpscut