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Imaginação humana passa dos limites.

Na timeline de uma rede social, me deparei com essa postagem. É sério, alienígenas foram comidos por índios.

Tinha que comentar, não podia deixar passar... As aparições que muitos acreditam ser de extraterrestres, podem ou não ser de fora. A única explicação plausível que tive a oportunidade de escutar são que as manifestações são materializações de inteligência do nosso próprio orbe.

Eu tenho minhas dúvidas também. Acredito na evolução dos espíritos e que existe sete principais esferas sendo a encarnação, parte da segunda esfera, havendo mais 5 esferas acima, subdivididas em milhares de esferas, chamadas de moradas pelo nosso mestre Jesus.

Como o nosso corpo foi configurado para ver apenas a materia nessa densidade, e a descrença generalizada do mundo de que não existe nada além da vida na carne, fica fácil impor a idéia de que somos únicos no Universo ou que há raças com mais tecnologias para tomar o nosso planeta.

Aqui é pior!!! Imagine, você tem povos primitivos que encontraram extraterrestres e que conviveram um tempo com os primitivos da terra. Aí, os extraterrestres molestaram as crianças e então, estes seres com naves de tecnologia para viajar pelo Universo, foram comidos pelos membros canibais. Não dá nem pra dizer que eram canibais, extraterrestres não são humanos e canibais são aqueles que comem seres da mesma espécie!

Que loucura isso!!!

⚠︎mac tonight caníbal dibujos⚠︎

I want to feast on the flesh of my enemies.

The Crows Screamed Overhead.

Iinocut print, 18" by 24" black oil based relief ink on Reives BFK White (just like almost all of my student work)

this was one of the three prints I whipped out at the end of my BFA year. as to what's going on, you remember that Hunter Dude from before? yeah, that's him in a tangle of limbs at the bottom having his intestines eaten by wolves and his arm gnawed on by deergirl. 

one of the first prints I made of her, was of her feeling very trepidations at her first taste of meat, and that was the meat of an animal, and here Deer Girl is complicit in the death and devouring of a human being. but again, it's not that the wolves are bad, they're wolves. they have wolf morals. this carcass is one of many who have encroached on their land and are in conflict with their folk, and they would not consider it to be in any way to be wrong to eat any living being who is not another wolf or honorary other wolf. (and that one has to be earned one way or another, mostly it's a linguistic thing, like many cultures, my wolves will accept anybody who can speak their language and might respect anybody who tries)

wolves have carnivore morals. it's not "evil" just because it's different.

deer girl on the other hand, despite being half beast and half human, is not usually a carnivore, despite her human-ish omnivorous dentition. for the wolves eating meat, and the death of others is a part of what they are, for her it is a choice. she's choosing sides in a conflict with no winners, and no good guys.

the 21 crows are reminiscent of the "evil avians" in the fellowship of the ring who are the eyes of the dark lord, they are a jury casting watchful judgement over the scene and also clamoring for blood themselves.

the culmination of the wild hunt.

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this is also a print I thought would absolutely never ever sell, it makes the rest of my cutesy little forest scenes look edgy and I like how it's composed, but I never expected to sell even one of these. it's not commercial, it's not cute, it's not all that pretty, it's about devouring your muse and betraying what you thought were your principals.

not exactly art for over the kitchen table.

I sold one at modsock to these really nice older couple who were absolutely taken with it. I had to keep myself from blurting out "Really? That one?  the one with all the cannibalism? I only keep it around to distract people from the more overtly psycho-sexual themes in the others. you can't possibly like That one, let me sell you something else" Instead I said "really? and answered their questions.

it is the best thing to have people buy something I made from my own creative soul because they love it so much they have to look at every day. That, o' best beloved,  is the heady wine of professional validation.

Albert Fish was a grandfatherly man who specialized in murdering and cannibalizing children. He was the real life Hannibal Lecter. He’s known best for the murder of a young 10 year old girl named, Grace Budd. The chilling letter Albert Fish sent to the parents of Grace Budd is as shocking as it is disgusting: 

My dear Mrs. Budd,

In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1–3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go to any shop and ask for steak-chops-or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or a girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it.

A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John stayed there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them-tortured them-to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except head-bones and guts.

He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried, stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E. 100 St. near-right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3-1928 I called on you at 406 W. 15 St. Brought you pot cheese-strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me.

I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run downstairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick-bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her though I could have had I wished. She died a virgin.