Hybrid Hornet is back.. with a vengeance!

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

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

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

Greetings from the Nightmare Dimension!

Word of the Night

"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

"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!

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

Fetus in Fetu a.k.a. Parasitic Twin

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