Some new stuff after a long hiatus

Here´s a (slightly modified) photo which I took from an Indian modern art exhibition in Helsinki few months back.

Daemonic Art: Riina - The Demon Hound

Riina - The Demon Hound

Rest in Peace, "Mikki the Rat"

??th ?, 2004 E.V. - 4th July, 2006 E.V.

Rest well in the Embrace of Eternal Night my beloved Mickey..
You were the most sociable chap of the pack. I remember how you could just take a nap in the coach beside me. Like humans do.. heh. In your prime you weighted around 1,3 kilogram´s.. That is really a heavy league for a domestic rat! You could have devoured fucking rabbits for a breakfast.

Even though you were spared from a terminal diseases; old age and perhaps some unknown parasitic disease slowly gnawed your life-force away.. Resulting in general weakness and dementia. Yet you did not give up to that, you just enjoyed life (we noticed that) and clinged to it until the chemically induced final sleep. I had to make that decision for you, lest you would have suffered a slow and straining death.

I will miss you dearly.. your warm and jovial animal presence. You taught me an important lesson about Life and Death. "Memento Mori! Memento Vivere!!" Here´s a Toast for You! Send my regards to Mörtti and Johannes in the Great Rat Beyond..

Hybrid Hornet without make-up!

Yes yes..

I know you having been drooling to see ol´HH without all that make-up. Well, the wait is over! Here´s us al naturale:

Night Harvest

I sowed seeds in the night and reaped the nocturnal fruits:

Demon Bird

Demon Jester

Demon Slayer

The Evil of Teletubbies!

I hereby present you a unusual treat. This candid photo was taken by an extraordinarily brave paparazzi. Ladies and gentlemen, here is "Tinky Winky" a.k.a. Children´s Antichrist, the infamous Teletubby without make-up.

New Digital Art: Kali Yantra

Click the picture to view a large version

Greetings from Tuscany, Italy

Hello animals and assorted loonies!

Here are some photos I took during my trip to Tuscany, Italy few weeks ago.

A strange ad I saw in Florence´s railway station.
The Bloodsucking Communist´s are about!

A grotesque and rather eerie gargoyle, probably
inspired by our Kin

Here´s my pal, Hybrid Weasel from Sirius, descending
from their unidentified flying object

If I would have to pick something good out of
christendom, they at least have some nice gothic churches

We also paid a visit to our Kin at the Ospedale Psichiatrico (transl. "Loony Bin").
Our progenitor, (Hybrid) Pig-Rat Corleone is still on permanent vacation
after their unsuccesful attempt to drop a kilo of military grade DMT.

Rest in Peace, "Mörtti the Rat"

??th ?, 2004 E.V. - 18th May, 2006 E.V.

Farewell my hairy companion.. You were always the daredevil of your pack! Always gnawing on electrical cords and biting unsuspecting human-toes. Your brawery, wit and agility was simply unchallenged in the world of rats.

Yet, death comes even the to the greatest of Rats. Just a few days after your brother´s passing, you followed him peacefully into the Great Rat Beyond. You will be missed greatly by me, V. and your big brother, Mikki!

Rest in Peace, "Johannes the Rat"

??th ?, 2004 E.V. - 13th May, 2006 E.V.

Farewell my quiet fellow.. Here´s a Toast for You, an innocent being who enriched my life for two years. I still remember how you licked my hand as a tiny whelp, when I first encountered you in that basement. I will also be haunted by your unjustly grim demise.. You certainly did not deserve a death like that.
I hope your next reincarnation will be a more healthier and more lucky one.. I, V. and your rat-brothers will miss you greatly.

Human infants..

This morning we have observed and examined how infant human animals tick. It seems that these.. "babies" are in constant flux with the cosmic reality. That is, as if they are on a constant LSD-trip. The sounds they make resemble the sounds you make when you are bloated out of your skull by magic mushrooms and reborn through your mouth

The following is an actual typewriting of the aforementioned "baby" whom i asked to convey the meaning of life to us:

"dfdvfde§säåäkjmk,kbvgg y§hvnm gn"

The latter is loosely translated: "dfdvfde§säåäkjmk,kbvgg y§hvnm gn". Yes, can you argue with that logic?

This creature also blessed my keyboard with genuine baby drool.. Maybe some of her infant magic can be transmitted through this keyboard in the future.

Quote of the Day

We’re all fucked. It helps to remember that.
— George Carlin

Of Rats and Golden Showers..

What was that.. oh yes. It was my rats pissing from the second floor of their house to the first floor. They do that without any sense of prudency.. I have at times observed one of them eating in the first floor while another releases a golden shower on the former from the second floor. My rats are males, obviously. Female rats have their own poo poo and wee wee-corner. If I´ll ever get rats again they will be female.. dammit!

More vintage vitriolic escapades from yours truly

17th February Monday, 2003 E.V.

[ Lycanthropic Transmissions ]

I also had a talk with V. in which I told her that I felt anxiously feverish after I woke up this evening. I told her that I must do something, yet I don’t know what. After the call I just happened to glance out of the window. I saw the moon at her nocturnal grace. I thought it just had to be the full moon. It was. I called S. and arranged a joint-working at 8:35pm.

I put hastily some clothes on and off I went to the field which I reached uninterrupted. There was this definite sinister feeling oozing about which was devilishly enhanced by this (60%) Stroh-liquor I procured from my pocket. I took a sip every now and then, to get in the lycanthropic fervour..
I opened the Working by lying on my back on the snowy ground. I meditated for a while and “woke up” from the dead. The moon somehow energized me. I proceeded deeper into the field and dropped to all fours occasionally. The Magical Elixir was kicking in, or was it just the canine behaviour? I even walked with my eyes closed and tried to navigate without my sensory organs. I stumbled and staggered like a drunkard; I bet I was a real sight!
When the clock was alarmingly reaching 8.35pm, I entered the forested Inner Sancum. Feeling bit of animal awe I entered the Womb. Some soil was dripping from the roots to my face and hands as I had some extra sips from the bottled blaze. When the alarm sounded off I once again growled a bit for a good measure. This time everything took a bit “sarcastic” turn, I over-exaggerated my groaning and uttered blasphemous vociferations. I released a maniacal laughter from the bottom of my feral heart. With a mighty gulp I swallowed the rest of liquid insolence. Feeling just bit intoxicated I lurched back to the opening where I called forth S., my lycanthrope in arms.

I was running the usual route uttering continuous howls when the barking of dogs at my right stopped me. Was it me who had caused this canine applause? I went to check it out. I dropped to all fours and stalked the park where those domesticated brothers were hanging around. I sniffed the air and felt their presence and even the fear which somehow was transmitted through the nocturnal air.
After I had had my share of prowling I continued my way through the swamp. I had to crawl in order not trip on the muddy water. I bet I was looking quite barmy indeed, with this loony grin on my snout, eh..

An old nightmare..

Since I don´t have any worthwhile nightmares to share, I´ll now publish some vintage stuff for your (apparently masochistic) satisfaction..

24.01.2002 Thursday

[ Lilith Emerges ]

Here's a description of the most disturbing dream I had last night:

Something or someone was hidden beneath the blanket in the shed. I knew that it was the phosphorous Lilith Herself which was gazing me. I drew the blanket away concealing Her naked body. Her green eyes stared me, and it was then when I realized that she was not human, but an Alien. In the end She somehow resembled a serpent with Her scaly greenish skin.

Analysis: Later on, in a discussion with colleagues I become aware that this weird ”outsider” could have just been the Feminine Daemonic I've heard of. Have I now developed a some kind of personal contact with the Prince of Darkness? Even though his form as Lilith disturbed me immensely, yet there was this sense of kindredship with Her. There was something about this Lilith, alienation and Separation to this World. She definitely tried to communicate with me, but I did not gather what She meant or tried to express. Yet I felt that I am on the right course on the Left Handed Way.

Picture by El Azul

Good night(mares)..

Horny Hornet will now sign out for tonight.. Now, be nice boys and girls meanwhile or else.. Or else, I might invite one of my minions from the Netherworld to chastise you. Such as this gentleman, Mr. Licentious Leech!

Tantric Art Extravaganza: The Burning Kali

This Vision is among the few I have actually drafted on paper before creating it.. Last year I and my sinister consort were listening David Parson´s song "Tantra" (from Dorje Ling-album). We had also watched National Geographic´s TV-series "Taboo" the same day. One episode covered Indian Aghori-saddhus and their religious customs. We got so inspired that we decided to create a mutual Vision. Both of us chose five adjectives inspired by that song and according to them I later devised this piece.

"Burning Kali" (c) Hybrid Hornet 2005

Epithets of Seth

This is from my "Epithets of Seth"-series from last year, 2005. Click to see a more crisp version of the picture.

"Epitheths of Seth: Seth the Butcher" (c) Hybrid Hornet 2005

A relevant quote

"I must, I must, before I die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that I have never said yet, a thing that is not love or hare or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the fearful passionless force of nonhuman things...
I want to stand at the rim of the world, and peer into the darkness beyond, and see a little more than others have seen of the strange shapes of mystery that inhabit that unknown night..."
- Bernard Russell

Insane Art Extravaganza continues.. on!

I channeled this particularly ill-natured warped Vision back in 1999. This, this.. "creature" still gives me the creeps! Just look at that toothless grin.. It must be among the most seriously twisted piece of "art" I have ever conveived from the nefarious netherworld.

"Insanity" (c) Hybrid Hornet 1999

Insane Art Extravaganza continues..

This Vision was channelled after a particularly disturbing working (ritual) back in 2003. In that rite of passage, I invoked the embodiment of my deepest fears. This "god-entity" is my wraith, the living repository of my anger and fear. It resides in the murky wastelands of my subconscious mind and sends me messages through my nightmares..

"King Fear Itself" (c) Hybrid Hornet 2003

Tantric Art Extravaganza

"The Fiery Embrace of Kali-Ma" (c) Hybrid Hornet

My pet-scorpion, Sting

This is not the same scorpion that is in the bottle below, obviously.
As you might imagine, Sting did not react positively to that souvenir..

Snake wine from Cambodian jungle

I once got a bottle of Cambodian jungle snake wine (including an infant cobra, a scorpion and some plant) as a souvenir. The jungle natives say this exotic wine has magical powers which improve one´s masculinity. From that moment on I knew I had to try this stuff out..

Few months ago, I drank the stuff with a few friends along with some ginseng/gekko/seahorse-liquor to spice it up (must be the most foul liquor I have tasted). The snake wine´s taste itself resembled something between greasy snake venom and fermented scorpion piss.. but it rocked! My original drunken stupor (we had drank unhealthy amounts of assorted alcohol products) vanished away in a moment. I suddenly felt very alert and sharp-minded, like a predatory animal. I only have vague recollections of the rest of the night which ended on copious vomiting and eventual blackout. One such is of us crawling on the floor on all fours, barking and howling like pack of rabid hyenas.. Somebody or something even bit my leg.. and it was not my dog! So be careful when messing with Cambodian jungle snake wine, kids

A nightly dose of delirious art

I created this Vision as a magical Working. Click the picture to see a larger version, then notice the Typhonian spell running along the borders of the picture. Also take a good look at the text coming out of my mouth.

"Rite of Severance" (c) Hybrid Hornet 2004

Ferrets (another unlikely pet)

After my rats have went to rat-heaven (or hell is more likely), I will probably get ferrets. Ferrets are mean motherfucker´s of an animal. They are (to certain extent) domesticated weasels and they like to BITE! So happy late Easter!

I nicked this pic from this site: http://www.rollmop.org/ferrets/

Rattus Norvegicus Domesticus

Time and time again I have thought it would be cool to take out my rats. But the problem of course is, that there are no collars made for rats. Until now! I stumbled upon rat harnesses while surfing the net. That´s right.. my beloved buck Mickey the Butcher can hit the streets to prey upon unsuspecting wildlife. I can only imagine the looks in the faces of those little old ladies, when they see him coming. Mickey is a BIG boy, he weights around 1,4 kg´s and is around 35 cm tall (without tail).

Second day of in the Life of Hybrid Hornet

Yes, I am still here. Now I will torment you with more art from my personal gallery:

"Oculum Dentata" (c) Hybrid Hornet 2006

The Gnostic Art of Zdzislaw Beksinski

Check this gallery of Zdzislaw Beksinski´s incredibly surreal works.

I believe I visited his gallery on Prague few years ago. I had a hangover and all-night clubbing-related fatigue that day, but his art rocked my socks off. I have never seen so vivid post-apocalyptic visions outside my head! This polish man was a fucking genious visionaire! Sadly he was murdered last year by his long-time assistant´s son for just money.. If you think that is unfair, think about her wife who died 1988 (widowing him) and his son who committed suicide just year after, 1999. Sheesh! Good nightmares..

More info about the artist, here:

http://www.beksinski.pl/

(c) Zdzisław Beksiński - 1974.

Some seriously deranged artwork.. enjoy (if you can)!

"In Sanity" (c) Hybrid Hornet

I am Hybrid Hornet. Take me to your leader!

So who or what is Hybrid Hornet?

"Hybrid Hornet" is an alter ego created for the purpose of this particularly psychotic Blog".
The evil genius behind this purposefully bombastic project is one , an outsider daemon occupying a nearly 30 year old male body. At daytime this insidious individual makes his living in the(dis)guise of a new media designer and IT-professional. At nights.. ah well. My lawyer has explicitly advised that i don´t talk about that, sorry.

Anyways, I bid you welcome to my wickedly warped Blog!