“Deathface.”
One of the many twisted works of Unomoralez. Absolutely sinister surreal pixelartist. No matter how many images I see by him, I can never become fully desensitized. There is always at least one element that continually leaves me confused and disturbed, and I can never isolate exactly what that element is.
You can also find him on DeviantART: unomoralez.deviantart.com
Oh, and to all the people that keep re-blogging this, but can’t find the simple courtesy to mention or support the artist? Fuck you guys. Seriously, you’re all assholes. For the two seconds it took you to take this from me, you could have at least shared a way for people to find more images by the same person through their website, let alone recognized that this was done by human hands, and is more than some pretty picture designed to make your internet-space look cool. Once again: go fuck yourselves, from anus to scrotum to throat with some rusty carpenter nails.
If you’ve never heard of Mr. Maupassant, it says something that Lovecraft was inspired by him. This is one of the most chilling psychological horror stories I’ve ever read.
“The Hamburger Lady” by Throbbing Gristle.
By far, worst is the hamburger lady
We must heal them for the qualified technicians,
Worse
Alternating nights, unrelievedly
She’s lying there.
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She’s dying
She is burned from the waist up
On her arm
Her ear is burned off,
her nose is burned off,
her eyelashes are burned,
her fingers are burned
She can’t hold anything up
and with medical advances,
there’s no end in sight
for the hamburger lady
When somebody tells you there’s a level of pain
beyond the human mind
The lady on the potty-chair
Leave her,
She’s not burned from the waist down
That’s what keeps her alive
The tubes
and the nightmares
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
He was okay when he went to go change the tubes
Tubes in her legs,
and tubes in her arms
and he managed okay
Then it came out and saw one of the burn nurses
at the desk, eating a can of chilli-mac
and he flashed on the carpet,
and he flashed on the floor
The hamburger lady,
She came to rest
They’re squeamish
can’t work with her and keep their meal down
the “qualified technicians”
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
More kind-of eerie music. “Frankie Teardrop” by Suicide.
Once again, there’s something to do with this video that makes the song feel all the more real to me. I guess it’s the layering of subtle symbolism at work.
“I’ve Plummed This Whole Neighborhood” by Nurse With Wound.
I once decided to smoke some salvia in my bathroom. Strange voices were speaking gibberish from all directions, the shampoo bottles grew faces and melted into the bathtub, and two-dimensional demons tried to pull me through the floor. The way I felt while handling that is kinda the way I feel while watching this video to this song.
Ladies and Gentleman, I give you “Hausu.” I think Netflix and a few other places just call it “House (1977).”
Jesus, explaining this movie is like describing your salvia trip to a blind man…by way of an all-deaf musical ensemble. Really fun movie, though. It’s what a six-year-old would make if they tried to make a horror movie. Makes sense, given that the director’s daughter played a huge role in the story creation. I’m not cherry-picking scenes here, either. This really is the hap-hap-happiest gore-fest you’ll ever witness, and it just gets crazier and crazier until it’s over. It’s on Netflix right now (though without instant-watch) and I’m pretty sure there are other ways of getting this movie from the internet. Definitely worth a few watches (possibly being sober for at least one of them.) If you don’t enjoy it, get the fuck off my Tumblr. We are no longer friends.
Here, have another scene from the film:
I can’t think of a good scene to start this on, so I’m just posting part 1 from YouTube. It’s called “Cemetery Man,” AKA “Dellamorte Dellamore,” and it’s one of my favorite films ever. About two minutes in, you should have a pretty solid idea of what this film’s like.
Basically, Rupert Everett plays an existential poet of an undertaker tasked with murdering the zombies in his cemetery. Sounds pretty basic at first, but that’s when it takes a few very, very strange left-turns. Without spoiling too much, the movie involves a romance with a severed head, a mentally retarded, mute sidekick named Gnagi, and a possibly hallucinated conversation with Death advising him to kill the living (which he does.)
For a long time, this gem was near-impossible to find, to the point where you could more-or-less count the copies left in the world on your fingers. Thanks to Netflix, however, it’s been spreading around a little more. Not on instant-watch, unfortunately, but you’ve always got YouTube if you’re feeling lazy.
Seriously, get on this. It’s awesome.
