Hybrid Hornet's Wickedly Warped World

A Book Suggestion: "Tantra - the Cult of the Feminine"

2010-01-27T19:10:00.001+02:00

I would recommend this highly inspiring book by Andre Van Lysebeth to anyone interested about genuine Tantra, unlike the modern whitewashed and neutered new age-version of it.

Check Amazon for more info.

Devin Townsend

2010-01-27T19:04:00.002+02:00

The charming gentleman on the right (the photo is only *slightly* manipulated), is Mr. Devin Townsend or as his fans call him, Crazy Dev (wonder why?). A (in)famous and profilic progressive metal musician from Canada.

Everyone who's into metal has probably heard about him or his famous industrial metal project, Strapping Young Lad. So had I, though it was half a year ago when I heard his music for the first time. I believe it was his solo album "Ziltoid - the Omniscient". A strange mix of twisted humour and metal space opera.

Even though it took a while to process his peculiar style of writing music, I almost instantly had a feeling that I'm going to go boinkers with his music. And, oh man, did I go boinkers when delved deeper into his back catalogue.. I practically spend a month just listening to his various albums. The man might be mad, but he's an absolute genious when it comes to music. And one has to be at least bit mad to be genius.

Check: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-minds/200903/schizophrenic-thought-madness-or-potential-genius

Facebook - cornucopia of social escapism?

2010-01-27T18:55:00.000+02:00

Why it is that people turn into narcissistic monkeys when let loose on this cornucopia of social escapism?

I've witnessed seemingly coherenent, intelligent persons turn into drooling idiots, hell-bent on gettin as many "friends" as possible on this "adult" version of the teen original. Now, this is clearly a primitive, atavistic urge. A crave for social recognition and status within a tribe.

The problem is, the effort you bring to this goal is real (i.e. wasting your time), but the reward is just virtual. But that's okay.. People don't like to live in REALITY(tm) anymore. It's so much easier to watch it from TV instead.

Say hello to my little friend, Psycho Rabbit!

2009-07-07T21:15:00.002+03:00

Ross Kemp on Gangs

2009-07-06T22:00:00.009+03:00

Ross Kemp is not under the influence of gangs (i.e. like "gangs" is a new drug or something, silly!). RKoG is documentary series where this actor treads the globe in search for the most dangerous gangs. Such as the infamous Mongrel Mob on New Zealand.

Now, MM-thugs are quite a sight.. many have their faces fully covered with tribal tattoos (maori-style). Can't get a blue-collar job with such a fashion statement. Then again.. these guys are not in business for pleasantries.

Ross Kemp also covers Rio's drug gangs and their legalized counterpart, the anti-gang police.. Strangely enough, it's the police who seems more corrupt and anti-ethical than the gangs they try destroy. It's known that the police themselves kidnap and hold high-ranking gang members for ransom. Some of the boys in blue also sell weapons for the gangs (with which they of course attack the police whenever possible) WTF?!

Even though there is a bit of empty "bad ass"-posturing on Kemp's behalf, the series doesn't moralize or revere the gangs. The take is pretty neutral which I dig. Can't stand these shockumentaries catered for the stupid masses..

Rest in Earth, Sohvi the rat..

2009-07-06T21:43:00.010+03:00

After spending some 3 months in the fridge (it was too cold to dig a grave back then) Sohvi was properly buried last Saturday 4th July. Rest well in the great rat-beyond!

It seems my "soon enough" turned to be a whopping 3 months.. Eh, sorry about that, Sohvi! I hope it didn't get too cold in the fridge. Though, you probably did not care, being dead and all.. ;-)

P.S. That's not Sohvi in the pic..

More hand-drawn Depravity from HH

2009-03-23T15:51:00.007+02:00

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Freeze in Peace, "Sohvi the Rat"

2009-03-13T15:42:00.006+02:00

??th ?, 2008 E.V. - 9th March, 2009 E.V.

Eat and rest well in the Embrace of Eternal Night my beloved Sohvi..

That is, eating was your hobby, your outright obsession! You were the most ravenous bitch of the pack. Always getting the prime bits before them other bitches could even get near the food. And if they even tried, you would kick their ass for real.

As if something to do with your appetite, cancer weared you down and finally took your life last monday. Now you reside in my freezer waiting for a proper burial, sorry about that. The ground is frosty right now.. but I promise I'll deliver you to the rat cemetary soon enough!

So farewell and send my regards to Mickey, Mörtti and Johannes (and all the others) in the Great Rat Beyond..

Department of Weird Shit Proudly Presents:

2009-03-13T15:28:00.009+02:00

Four Weird Visions from Hybrid Hornet's Scrapbook. Enjoy..

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..: All them little Hearse-Horses :..

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..: A Messenger from the Ass-End of Nowhere :..

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..: The Treshold Reaper :..

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..: Psycho Rabbit :..

Strangeness!

2008-10-19T12:58:00.005+03:00

Greetings, O assorted deviants and fiends!

After a long hiatus (that would be like some 9 months, though I wasn't pregnant!), HH is back again.. I (and we, depends on the viewpoint, really) feel like sharing a strange semi-lucid dream, we had last night. Here goes:

It is late evening. I meet briefly some familiar people near my apartment building. I feel tired and somehow intoxicated.. I say goodbye and walk towards my corridor. I notice that skies are somehow different.. the colours have strange abnormal hues. I think it must be due to full moon or some kind of aurora borealis-effect.
I enter the elevator and push the button to 7th floor. I now notice that elevator is made of transparent, glass-like material. I speeds up and I can see how the ground below looks distant. I get a sense of vertigo sneaking up my spine.. I have now passed the 7th floor and still the elevator goes on to the skies. I look around and the skies are now absolutely alien, like they are from another dimension alltogether. Weird green nebulaes are oozing otherworldly strangeness!

I wake up and feel a disturbing sense of detachment from reality. That is, like I would have been permanently removed from the previously so familiar consensual-reality. I know this has happened before, but still the magnitude of this experience surprised me. Something or someone incorporeal, is trying communicate with us, though I cannot understand what it tries to convey. After a while I fall to febrile sleep again. In the morning everything feels familiar, but still a lingering sense of weirdness stalks upon my consciousness. In the surfaces there is a faint residue of..

Hybrid Hornet is back.. with a vengeance!

2007-10-21T15:32:00.000+03:00

Hell-o!

So.. you little vermins thought that HH left the planet. No such luck!

Here´s some ranting and raving about.. Dexter, the television series based on Jeff Lindsay´s book. Now, HH doesn´t usually watch that idiot box, but somehow with this series, we have made an exception. We just had.to.

The series is about one Dexter Morgan, the handsome and all-around nice blood spatter-analyst working for Miami police department. He has an unusual "thing" for blood.. in fact he is totally and absolutely fascinated and obsessed with it. And this is not just professional interest.. He also takes his work back home, so to speak.
At his leisure he act as a vigilante-assasin and dispatches.. er.. murders criminals he thinks have escaped the legal system too easily. That is child abusers, other serial killers and their ilk.

Being a professional forensic examiner, he knows how CSI (crime scene investigation) works, and thus can avoid being caught. His methods of murder are nothing short of genious. In most cases he sedates his prey with a anaesthetic shot to neck. He then drags them to a special room all covered in plastic sheets. Before killing his subjects, he takes a blood sample as a trophy. After dismembering the bodies for easier transport, he dumps them in the ocean.

Season two ended couple of weeks ago. We are very anxiously awaiting for the third season of his antisocial adventures..

Hybrid Hornet Has Left The Building

2007-06-04T13:32:00.000+03:00

Dear Inhabitant of this Planet,

We, the Hybrid Hornet Collective, have used this "Blog" to transmit Deviant Data and Warped Visions to you, tiny humans for roughly a Earth-Year now. Some of you may have experienced Enlightenment, the others.. Eh, let´s not speak about them. Poor bastards..

Now we, the Time has Come. We must depart to our Cosmic Hive in the Sky.

Fear not, mortals!

We know that there are masses who anxiously wait for our new Offerings. Yes! Thus, a new, even more stranger twin-incarnation has emerged from the ashes of this Project. We have recently opened up a DeviantArt-gallery and a LiveJournal-blog/journal to continue our assault on the Consensus Reality.

Those of you who we have deemed Worthy will receive informative Nightmares which will lead you to the new Projects.

Goodbye!

- H.H.

Night Harvest: Alien Skull

2007-04-21T02:38:00.000+03:00

No need to adjust the picture, the fault is in the Reality

2007-04-15T23:35:00.000+03:00

Greetings from the Nightmare Dimension!

2007-04-15T23:28:00.000+03:00

Word of the Night

2007-04-09T23:26:00.000+03:00

"numinous \NOO-min-us; NYOO-\, adjective:
1. Of or pertaining to a numen; supernatural.
2. Indicating or suggesting the presence of a god; divine; holy.
3. Inspiring awe and reverence; spiritual."

Dimensions, Mandalas and Tiles

2007-03-22T22:56:00.000+02:00

"I loaded the universe into a cannon, aimed at my brain, and fired:

Lo! Everything disintegrated into fractal explosions, the dimensions warped and shifted. I saw a geometrically tiled, pulsating hyperspace shining with incredible colors that have no names. I saw kaleidoscopic mandalas and visited palaces. Open infinities sucked my consciousness into their vortex." - Originally uttered by Frater X. (edited by HH)

Wondering already what the above is about? There is a hint in the Title of this post.

Dirt Scanner!

2007-03-12T17:28:00.000+02:00

Dear deviants,

I experienced strange phenomena last saturday night.. It was around 5am when I woke up to the sound of myself bursting into fits of laugh. I kept repeating the words "lika-skanneri" (transl. Dirt Scanner) like it was the most hilarious joke, ever. When I regained my senses and went to take a leak at the bathroom, I remembered the dream which I had just seen.

It was about late Princess Di´s real cause of death (a blood-clot on left thigh). That is, she was already dead at the time of the car crash. The paparazzis were suspicious and anxious to discover the "real of cause of death".. I just somehow happened to know this secret which had been revealed to me via a Dirt Scanner.

Excruciating pain is an altered state of mind

2007-02-13T20:24:00.000+02:00

Fetus in Fetu a.k.a. Parasitic Twin

2007-02-12T12:30:00.000+02:00

Last evening my deranged German f(r)iend had sent me a link to Messenger. Just that, a bare link with no explanation whatsoever. I tried to chat back, but there was no answer.. WTF! As you would do with a suspiciously ticking mail package, I examined it with sweaty palms and sense of dread.. Then I clicked on it:

http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=2346476&page=1

Aaargghh.. My hangover had just multiplied! For the next few hours I was tormented by visions of half-developed drooling parasitic fetuses crawling upside-down in the ceiling.. So fuck you very much, Mr. L. from Germ-any.

Over and out

- HH

P.S. More of this charming phenomena: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parasitic_twin

R.I.P. 11/1/07 Robert Anton Wilson

2007-01-22T18:18:00.000+02:00

Some new stuff after a long hiatus

2006-10-21T16:19:00.000+03:00

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

2006-07-29T21:38:00.000+03:00

Riina - The Demon Hound

Rest in Peace, "Mikki the Rat"

2006-07-05T11:02:00.000+03:00

??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!

2006-06-20T02:06:00.000+03:00

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

2006-06-20T01:51:00.000+03:00

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

Demon Bird

Demon Jester

Demon Slayer

The Evil of Teletubbies!

2006-06-19T23:08:00.000+03:00

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

2006-06-16T17:28:00.000+03:00

Click the picture to view a large version

Greetings from Tuscany, Italy

2006-05-30T20:12:00.000+03:00

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"

2006-05-19T17:56:00.000+03:00

??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"

2006-05-16T01:16:00.000+03:00

??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..

2006-05-11T11:09:00.000+03:00

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

2006-05-08T22:11:00.000+03:00

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

Of Rats and Golden Showers..

2006-05-03T00:20:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-26T01:33:00.000+03:00

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..

2006-04-26T01:21:00.000+03:00

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)..

2006-04-24T00:22:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-24T00:07:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-23T23:48:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-23T23:42:00.000+03:00

"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!

2006-04-23T23:22:00.000+03:00

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..

2006-04-23T23:16:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-23T23:10:00.000+03:00

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

My pet-scorpion, Sting

2006-04-23T02:58:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-23T02:21:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-23T02:12:00.000+03:00

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)

2006-04-21T22:35:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-21T22:17:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-21T21:39:00.000+03:00

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

2006-04-21T02:00:00.000+03:00

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/

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

2006-04-21T01:46:00.000+03:00

"In Sanity" (c) Hybrid Hornet

I am Hybrid Hornet. Take me to your leader!

2006-04-20T23:26:00.000+03:00

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!