The Revenge

Buster wondered what he was doing being all tied up to the chair.
Yorke came out of nowhere and smashed his head with a hammer and his skull cracked up.
Buster, with his eyes rolled up, was writhing in pain - his legs shaking violently. Yorke looked at him for a moment and pushed a kitchen knife through his throat. And kept hammering at Buster's fingers till it turned to pulp.
Then, humming to the tune of a symphony, Yorke cooly sawed off Buster's head. He cut off Buster's half moving fingers and arranged everything on a plate.
During dinnertime, Yorke presented the dish to his sister - half of Buster's body neatly arranged with tomatoes and cucumbers and ice cabbage.
Revenge, after all, is a dish, best served cold.

Sarah's Babies

When Sarah was 8 years old, the doctor told her that she could never become a mother.
Ever since, she has been collecting her menstrual blood in little glass jars.

The night she turned 18, she took a handkerchief and soaked it with the blood from one of those jars.
She took it to bed and placed it beside her pillow and sung a lullaby. 
Till it became a habit.

The Artist

Joseph just sat there.Sweating and pleading. Where was his God now?

The music played while I chewed on the brush, thinking.

".......And if it looks like we were scared to death.....Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other....You should have seen it in color..."

So I positioned his head in front of the recently whitewashed wall, and shot him right between his temples.
While the brain bone fragments made up for the perfect feel, the red splatter on the wall reminded me of the days we've had.

Hi, Im an artist. And I am going to be the metronome of this society.