A Blue Whale harpooned by Japanese fishermen blinded by pain,
collides with a U.S. nuclear sub. From this toxic soup rises;
A giant vampire squid wrapped around the face of humankind, relentlessly jamming its filthy blood funnel into anything that smells like money!

Do not shun the servant  left behind to slay the oxen.
 For there are meny amoung us with blood apon our hands.

Gypsy with Snake and Child by CShell

Baby Doc's Zombie Soldier by CShell

Under the Hammer

The first time I was in jail  it was in T.J. 

I was just a kid about sixteen or seventeen,

 Man-O-Man, Some of the beating  I would catch from them mexican trustees. 

It all started one day When I was playing hand ball against one of them. 

I accidentally elbowed him in the face. 

Well he thought I had done it on purpose.

So after that incident,  they got it in their heads that I was some rich gringo from L.A.

They started demanding money.

 Well that was a joke, I had no money.

In fact I was locked up for being their country with no money, go figure.

I was in there for about three months, 

Every day they would come back  and beat the total crap out of me.

There was nothing I could do, there was no one I could call. 

All I could do was hope and pray each day would be the last.

 It wasn't an all together new experience for me.

 Every sense I was little my old man use to like to beat the tar out of me, mostly after he had a few beers.

 if I cried or showed any pain he would just keep on beating me till I stopped crying.

All I am trying to say is I know what is like to feel like your under the hammer.

You Know? 

To feel like you got no where to escape to.

 No where to hide, no one to turn to for help.

You know what's coming but there is nothing you can do about it.

To feel like your trapped under a mountain, pressing down so hard you cant breathe.

 Every night laying on that concrete floor smelling of piss.

Some times with both my eyes  so swollen I couldn't see.
Dried blood covering my face and hands.

You know what I would tell my self?

Every night I would tell myself this is how diamonds are made.

Under pressure for millions and millions of years.

But if you refuse to brake.

If you can just hang on some how.

Eventually when someone digs you up and sets you free.

You will be a gem.

tuff, sparkling and beautiful.

Black Car Hand byCShell

The water hole byCShell

Savages howl like coyotes.

A thousand arrows cut the sky
like a swirl of doves waltzing 
out of the sun.

Coming to ground at the water hole.

Bloody rain falls, catching all under a 
net of oyster silk.

Lacing his fingers into her own

she runs her tongue around strawberry lips.

Kissing his wounds with hot pain.

She calls forth God's two blind 
footmen sleep and death

Before who's memory the stones shall fade.

Carry them that was away.

The River Side

Low on the hillside, east of the great river.

Digger women stand wast deep in black mud.

Shoulder their baskets.

Ascending the river walls dark edge.

Level the slope.

They meet, Imagined more than seen.

Out from the split where buffalo graze,

horses chest deep in switch grass.

Twilight-lit columns.

Hammered out of frozen moon, 

Silver lances cut the sky.

Fearful as a rat in the pythons coils.

Bus Stop Sequence by CShell

Poke-A-Dots by CShell

Night Mules

An hour before sunrise.

Two black mules in an oak grove,

stand still as slag coal.

Hungrily waiting for an orange fire ball,

that will surely bring something good to eat.