Guy Rubicon (Belgian, B. 1979, Belgium) - Wild In The Streets, 2021, Paintings: Oil On Canvas

Into The Living Slaughter, I Come From Primal Lands Of Love and Wonder

artfight icons :)

my hungry ass could NOT live next to meatwad

Mahmood Khan (Pakistani artist)

Untitled, 2009

Felt on paper

If I had a dick I'd be nutting all over everything all the time the floor the walls the ceiling every object I own it would just be awful soldiers would enter my house guns drawn years after I die and find multiple bodies in a pile so encrusted they believed them to be a natural formation in the landscape until one of them leaned on it and it cracked in on itsself mummy dust flying out theyd be screaming and the sound would cause stalactites to fall on some their lucky heads and when the survivors look down they watch the fresh spurting blood seemingly vanish upon touching the ground like invisible ink, one tries to carry a body off but finds that he can't pull away after touching it, he's stuck, theyre both dissolving cause the blood squirting out provided a point of contact, its burning, there's tears in his eyes, he flailed, both arms are stuck, the pains making him thrash, his face is stuck, the body he touched is already unrecognizable as a body, now its just him, and the soldiers shoot him. They shoot him in the head and he was just a boy. He was just a boy. Then the men carry on deeper and deeper and their numbers dwindle, and as the last one looks around he realizes something, that the walls of the cave have been closing in on him, almost imperceptively, but definitely so, with each member of his platoon be loses, as he backtracks he can't find the bodies of his people that were landmarks, just piles of gear,

Recent experiments

Taking you down with me

im so fucking glad the devs said they'll never stop making yakuza games about old men because i swear nothing brings sincere joy to my life like peepaw kiryu