ᎪᎷᏩᏛᏗ ᎦᏛᏅ

Basketball

A large gymnasium,
a massive ziggurat,
A Temple of the esthetic secular body
Holding all the sweat, spit and blood,
Of the Youthful, the lustful.
One massive vat.
testosterone is thick in the air.
muscles tearing, grinding, rebuilding, molding,
Training their bodies for the days to come.

Spirits of the ancient days,
Demons of a begotten era,
Come to Bet with spirits of which know no better.
Folding on One Hell of a poker bluff, the spirits lose the first hand.

All the while the cheerleaders sell their bodies to the roaring crowds.
Eight golden lionesses exalting their own bodies
The servants of Ishtar never cease the movement of their hips.

Now the ones who shape their bodies come.
Wearing just as much as the girls who precede them.
They are ready for the great sacrifice.

There does not exist a still moment before the teams face up.
Weary souls gather here,
Ready to taste the sweat and spit that flys through the air.
They scream and holler,
Without waiting for the sacrificial ceremony to begin.
They lick and thrust their bodies into the air in anticipation.
Every seat is full.
A Full House of nothing but corpses.
The fiends win another hand.

The bodies clash.
Sweat on sweat, blood on blood, spit on spit.
Eyes twitch and move from side to side,
oblivious of the synchronized motion of the collective.
Offering upon offering is made.

The servants of Ishtar make love to the body shifters at a distance.

The true minds are there,
On the sidelines.
They hold clipboards,
and wear the suits made from the flesh of the poor.
They pick up the green life energy that flies out the the souls’ mouths as they scream.

It is they that are in control.
Control of the youthful, the people, the spirits, and the dead.
They are the devils that created Nergal.
They will have their ways with whatever they want.
They are the cocks and the world is full of willing hens.
They will take the lionesses,
the body shapers,
the lost souls,
spirits or demons they themselves hired,
penetrating them all,
at one point or another.
They are the Bible Belt and the Bible Belt is America.

The buckle of the Bible Belt unfastens to relieve itself with the multiple offerings in multiple temples all over this “God-chosen Nation,” this “Nation Under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all…” things that sell their souls and minds to the institutions of America.

Poem by IGKMc
thekholan
lun4cyy:

Mother Dirt by SmokeryDots

This looks a lot like one of the pieces that I’ve done.

lun4cyy:

Mother Dirt by SmokeryDots

This looks a lot like one of the pieces that I’ve done.

Just another sketch.

By IGKMc thekholan

Just another sketch. By IGKMc thekholan

hifructosemag:

Jeremy Enecio‘s dimly lit paintings and illustrations take viewers into a ritualistic space that doesn’t seem to belong to any specific cultural setting. Placid, empty-eyed characters appear statue-like; their actions, however simple, appear secretive and significant. The spaces they find themselves in glow with color-saturated light as they enact these inexplicable behaviors. Enecio chooses to cultivate suspense, allowing us to fill in these people’s stories with our own imaginations. Enecio has three new works up in “Vanguard” group show currently on view at Thinkspace in Culver City. Take a look at more of Enecio’s latest work below.

MORE: http://hifructose.com/2013/05/10/new-occult-paintings-from-jeremy-enecio/

Amazing

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Eemeling

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Last share from poisonous-tongue in a while :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Eemeling

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Last share from poisonous-tongue in a while :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Nasosov

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I love surrealism.

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Nasosov

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I love surrealism.

poisonous-tongue:

Art by pikminAAA

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Amazing art

poisonous-tongue:

Art by pikminAAA

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Amazing art

poisonous-tongue:

Art by MurderingHope

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I’m goin’ to have to hold back from sharing all of poisonous-tongue’s posts :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by MurderingHope

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I’m goin’ to have to hold back from sharing all of poisonous-tongue’s posts :)

Fiend


Fire light
Brimstone stench
Eyes bright
Gut wrench

Earpeircing screams
Bloodcurdling wails
Nightmarish dreams
Crooked tails

Malice unending
Deceiving trickery
Will bending
Hellish mimicry

Teeth shattered
Bloody claws
Bodies battered
Gaping maws

Chared skin
wry grin
Leaking sin
You can never win

Poem by Ian McAlpin
thekholan

The Machine


Beneath a blazing sun,
A powerful ball of fire,
A giant machine does run,
With fuel of man, a horrid pyre.

Birds all die from inhalation,
As the machine spews out poison fume.
The land lies in desolation,
As it sees the impending doom.

Poem by Ian McAlpin
thekholan