The day we shot Chelsea Wolfe’s Mer video, this is where I was at 8am.  Yolo

“Put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off”

Photos by Peter Heck

Death.  It lingers.  In its precision, I felt nothing; calm, steady, like his distant stare, pupils dilating, bright blue acquiring black, body reduced to bone and wax.  Hair was all that remained of luster, the last jewel on his earthly crown.  But I felt his presence then, unclouded and heavy; I felt him pass through all our tears and all those words now rendered useless.  I scorned the brittle pleas and cries and last goodbyes, parting words like broken vessels set to sail on an empty sea.  Goodbye is not eternal.  To me you said hello; yes, hello.  I feel you linger.  Don’t watch me in my madness, my sadness, my eager solitude.  I try to hide sometimes, but your world draws even closer.  I know you now not as then, not by vivid eyes or pastry skin.  As a man I knew you not, but now in death I see you clearly.  Untiring ancestry, pure, rich and bold like I am.  Please go now.  I want you far, you feel too heavy.  Too heavy for my brain to sleep, my hands to draw, my mouth to speak.  Red blood dances to your kinetic rituals, but I want to be alone now.  Visit me soon, but leave me now.  I must get back to rest.  But I promise if you leave, I’ll try to be my best.

RP

At the end of the day, I kind of just hate everyone.

Black & White scan of a skullfuck I drew on Sunday. 

Dig it.  (THE GRAVE.)

Just me and the dubaya senior

Don’t worry honey

I’m sure the solar barque is stronger than

His bite

EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY IN HOSPITAL BEDS. 

MYSTERY MYSTERIES

THE BOOK OF THE DEAD