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Zombie Alice...kinda cute in an undead sorta way.
 

Reflective yet deceptive...I was running around in frilly shirts and shades when he was still in leather!
 

Two snakes, two mouths...no brains *wink*
 
Mirror mirror on the wall, do you know my face at all?
 

Before we botherd to arrive on the chunk of rock...things were pretty ok...really...they were...
all the dope you could smoke and no humans to try and tell you right from wrong...like they ever knew...
 

Suck My Glock...who said you can't use guns in art?...*loads her 9mm loudly*
 

NEO-GOTH SLANG...meaning, pass that ruddy joint you've been sucking the life out of for the past hour and give it here damn it!

Now...Goths are so polite ain't they?...hmmmmmm...
NADSAT:
Cancers
= We call them Smokes
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from this we get
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Pass The COFFIN NAIL...
= you know this will cause me a slow and painfull death right?...all those warnings on the tabacco pouches and asthma being linked with Dope regular smoking...pretty much SUICIDE with ever breath...help me along here...
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This means in NEO-GOTHIKA:(slang):
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"AUL MEYE IDOLLS TURN INTWO SUICIDALZ"...
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Leads to "POE"(T):
"Pass the coffin nails and let my hand be the hammer to my lungs as is the hammer of society is to my mind...this mortal coil I exist in that never my hand should have toiled...but mocked by godz of time long gone...the chosen sun fell and became...Thee One"
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*tips hat and walks off into the balmy night*
 

My most common Astral Form know as 'Neo-Lestat'...
been using this one for over 6 years and it's kinda
...stuck?...
Neo-Lestats Ex-best Buddy and now Arch enemy 'Olde Alice' is usually subverting my latest schemes...
he turned out to be a self pitying egocentric butt munch...but hey...
fame does that to people...they lose trust in ordinary people and start to belive the lackeys around them to be somehow...honest?...
Then his plane nearly crashes one day and he assume that it's my doing...*insert foul french terms and mentions of his mother here*...
"TWAT!"...*hits arch enemy around the head with a rolled up porn mag*
...What do I gain from his death?...compaired to his management, his wife or his fleshlings?...
Without this guy around I'd get bored...every Lex needs their Superman, Every Clark Kent needs a rude little reporter gurl to charm...
*clasps rose inbetween teeth*
"How do you say?...Revenge fuck?"...
*eyes twinkle*
 
 
All my favorite South Park characters happen to be bent as a nine bob note...with the exception of Cart Man who is...'Kick Ass'...  
 
The Next person that says this picture looks 'Matrixy' is going to get a TRON vidio jammed up their ass!  
 
 
 



More to be added, when I bloody well feel like it.