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I made a tragic-looking Voodoo doll, with pins stuck into her heart. She was made to look as though she was unsucessfully trying to remove them.

I also made some sad, strange dolls, named Mephisto and Shedim, and I'm working on Astaroth.

I also made (most morbidly of all) a windchime/mobile out of bones.

And, to top it off, a coffin purse and several grave rubbings, including that of HP Lovecraft.

What about you?

I have a piece of petrified human flesh as a paperweight.....does that count?


I didnt make it though, so maybe not.


(I'm lying of course.....or am I?)

I once voted for the social democrats.

My girlfriend got tired of me constantly drawing morbid and dark stuff, and made me draw something happy. Once i was done, it was, hands down, the scariest thing i've ever drawn. a strange purple fellow marches in the foreground, as a tree introduced itself as a tree of joy, and pointed out it's "twinkle fruits." all the while the sun identified the downright painful side affects of his wearing sunglasses. they reflected his own light back at him. his corneas had been burned off. you have to see the drawing to fully comprehend it's evil.

I made a tragic-looking Voodoo doll, with pins stuck into her heart. She was made to look as though she was unsucessfully trying to remove them.

I also made some sad, strange dolls, named Mephisto and Shedim, and I'm working on Astaroth.

I also made (most morbidly of all) a windchime/mobile out of bones.

And, to top it off, a coffin purse and several grave rubbings, including that of HP Lovecraft.

What about you?

That's a bit... odd. Although the grave rubbing of HP Lovecraft is normal. Right?

I once voted for the social democrats.


:rolleyes:

I don't know if it was morbid, but once I made a soap carving of timothy Mcveigh ( likely spelled wrong). It kinda scared a few people, but I was bored and picked him because he was semi-famous and had an easy to make haircut. I didn't actually like the guy though.

In a fit of rage I shot a small statue to pieces...















No, I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHO THE STATUE WAS OF!!!!!!

I don't think I have ever "made" anything morbid. Hmmm. I feel now that I have missed out on something crucial. *looks around the office for craft supplies*.

That's a bit... odd. Although the grave rubbing of HP Lovecraft is normal. Right?

Aside from the fact that he buried at sea.*










*Untrue, but it would make for a better story.

I once made a chocolate crucifix that depicted Jesus on the cross filled with cherry pie filling. Then I gave it to some ultraconservatives I know. They were at first reluctant, but I convinced them to take a bite. Imagine their reactions when one of them bit Jesus's head off, saw the red filling, and I screamed that they murdered Jesus.

I nearly had them convinced they were going to Hell. Then one of their children tasted the filling and asked me why I put cherry filling in chocolate. Since that day, they have kept a distance.

:rolleyes:
Not morbid enough?
Then try this on for size. I once even voted for the local green party.

As I have explained to the authorities, there is nothing morbid about my making hand-puppets out of Mr. Snoogums, Wheezy, and Jill*.








*The little girl that used to live next door and wouldn't stay off my grass.

I guess my two tall plaster figure of Jesus with his head removed and a sheep's skull in its place could be described by the uncharitable as 'morbid'. It goes by the name of Baphomet, by the way.

I tried my hand at a remake of Lemarchand's Box. Didn't work except for the outside, so there wasn't any puzzle... even worse, no Cenobites :( .

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15979009/ that monologue or

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/16410897/ that story.

"I once voted for the social democrats."

You know, this is a public forum, I really think you should keep your disgusting habbits to yourself, what if a kid comes in here, reads that, and now can't get that image out of his head! Shame on you ;)



To the person who made this thread: I LOVE YOUR MIND! Haha, very necrotastic.


I myself am in an 'extreme Black Metal band' with the name NOT NICE


I got bored (REALLY BORED) once and so I got an exacto knife, and I cut a small slit in the top of my arm (not near veins, I'm not THAT weird) but deep enough for sufficient bloodletting, and long story short, I now have a band logo of two N's smeared randomly with MY blood. Well, it's drawn in pencil, but theres blood around it.

One time I made a plastercine sculpture of a very necrophiled man, who was almost a skeleton he was so skinny, and I sliced open his chest and held the flaps open with hooks I crafted from more plastercine while I gave him organs, and filled his wound with plastercine maggots. I know I was either 12 or 13.

That same time period I also made an extremely realistic wang out of purple plastercine and left it casually on my desk in class. That was funny. So long ago...

When I say body art, I mean carvings.....heheheh.


NOTE: I am not a mental patient, nor am I a 'goth' I just find morbid things fun and funny, for example, one of my songs is 'The Blackend Mesodermic Necroterror of Rot'. If you're going to cut yourself, don't be stupid and skin your bloody arm, the first layer is all that needs to go, and thats even a bitch in terms of stinging factor. Infact, don't cut yourself, freak.

Oh well if we're talking about that kinda morbid, I rather enjoyed me stabbing myself in the fac with old nails until my chin had no definition anymore, that was good.

In my dorm room, I have this purple doll made of hard rubber. On it, I have written the name "Logic" in permanent marker.

I drove thumb tacks through each of its wrists. I put one through both ankles. I scorched the bottom of its feet with a lighter until the rubber was dripping onto the carpet. I tried to drive red-hot pokers into his eyes, but I didn't have anything hot enough, so melted his head a bit and then hammered tiny nails into the softened rubber. Finally, I impaled him through the "heart" with a paper clip, and drove it out through the back so he could be mounted on the cross.

Then, after I finished torturing logic, crucifying him, and burning it in effigy, I finally understood Margaret Gilbert's views on Group Intentions and Plural Subjects.

"I once voted for the social democrats."

You know, this is a public forum, I really think you should keep your disgusting habbits to yourself, what if a kid comes in here, reads that, and now can't get that image out of his head! Shame on you ;)
I guess I better not mention me going to church 4 years ago then.

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire.

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire.
Did it hurt?

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire.

That is the most physically degrading thing I have ever heard. You'd make a great cenobite...

hmm, morbid, or Sacrilegious?? :rolleyes:
Rosary nipple clamps (jesus hangs about navel high)
The "Sweet Jesus" candy bar filled with red filling
The Jesus water sprinkler. Water came out the stigmata
The "Buddha Finger" candy bar (instead of butterfinger)

In high school I made a clay puppet of a women holding out a dead baby. Direct quote from teacher "that's so cute".

"I once voted for the social democrats."

You know, this is a public forum, I really think you should keep your disgusting habbits to yourself, what if a kid comes in here, reads that, and now can't get that image out of his head! Shame on you ;)



To the person who made this thread: I LOVE YOUR MIND! Haha, very necrotastic.


I myself am in an 'extreme Black Metal band' with the name NOT NICE


I got bored (REALLY BORED) once and so I got an exacto knife, and I cut a small slit in the top of my arm (not near veins, I'm not THAT weird) but deep enough for sufficient bloodletting, and long story short, I now have a band logo of two N's smeared randomly with MY blood. Well, it's drawn in pencil, but theres blood around it.

One time I made a plastercine sculpture of a very necrophiled man, who was almost a skeleton he was so skinny, and I sliced open his chest and held the flaps open with hooks I crafted from more plastercine while I gave him organs, and filled his wound with plastercine maggots. I know I was either 12 or 13.

That same time period I also made an extremely realistic wang out of purple plastercine and left it casually on my desk in class. That was funny. So long ago...

When I say body art, I mean carvings.....heheheh.


NOTE: I am not a mental patient, nor am I a 'goth' I just find morbid things fun and funny, for example, one of my songs is 'The Blackend Mesodermic Necroterror of Rot'. If you're going to cut yourself, don't be stupid and skin your bloody arm, the first layer is all that needs to go, and thats even a bitch in terms of stinging factor. Infact, don't cut yourself, freak.
well. HE sounds interesting. :D
i am embalmer. morbid enough.

6 months after 9/11, I created a sculpture of the Twin Towers. It had two sides (an inside and an outside, think of a trifold, or a science project board) with two plaster faces. The outside was calm and peaceful with clouds and flowers and a little candle for remembrance.

The inside was fire and a tortured, screaming face, with rubble representing the first few hours of the attack, complete with tiny people falling into the fire from a great height.

I won a $25 award for it.

My girlfriend got tired of me constantly drawing morbid and dark stuff, and made me draw something happy. Once i was done, it was, hands down, the scariest thing i've ever drawn. a strange purple fellow marches in the foreground, as a tree introduced itself as a tree of joy, and pointed out it's "twinkle fruits." all the while the sun identified the downright painful side affects of his wearing sunglasses. they reflected his own light back at him. his corneas had been burned off. you have to see the drawing to fully comprehend it's evil.
Scan it and let us see the Evil! :p

i am embalmer. morbid enough.
Is that a joke? If not what is the deal with embalming? How does it work? and how did you get into it?

A christmas tree ornament... of a snowman... with a bloody samurai sword going through it... diagonally... throught the head... with blood dripping from the bottom hole.

Is that a joke? If not what is the deal with embalming? How does it work? and how did you get into it?
no joke. been in the business 9 years now. went to mortuary college. got a degree. as for the actual process.......what exactly do you want to know?

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire.
That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire


The real question: Why?

no joke. been in the business 9 years now. went to mortuary college. got a degree. as for the actual process.......what exactly do you want to know?
Mortuary College, really? You really have those? Is there like a body donation program the schools have?
Well what is the first thing you do when you get a body to work on? Must you drain the body? if so how and why? What is in the 'stuff' you put into the body's? How long do you have to do what you do?
You know what, just tell me everything. If you want and have the time that is. I have wanted to know about this since I was a kid, don't really know why. I have only seen two dead people in my life and I got a panic attack on both occations. They were people very close to me.

http://www.iuploads.com/uploads/b699d7f97a.jpg (http://www.iuploads.com)
I made this when I was still learning how to use the spiffy pixel art program I have. Thus the bad proportions and gross overuse of blur effects.

He was supposed to be an angelic being who felt he did not deserve to be one, and so cut off his own wings and refused paradise.

I need to kill him off, or get him saved, or something, 'cause he's really just a whiney bitch. He's the product of me being really depressed.

-snip-

Uhm, yeah... Okay...

http://www.iuploads.com/uploads/b699d7f97a.jpg (http://www.iuploads.com)
I made this when I was still learning how to use the spiffy pixel art program I have. Thus the bad proportions and gross overuse of blur effects.

He was supposed to be an angelic being who felt he did not deserve to be one, and so cut off his own wings and refused paradise.

I need to kill him off, or get him saved, or something, 'cause he's really just a whiney bitch. He's the product of me being really depressed.
Uh....... Nice picture.

Scan it and let us see the Evil! :p
i have no scanner
even if i did, i'm not entirely clear on posting pics

The sweet jesus candy bar had me in stitches..it helps to imagine ultraconservatives you know, and how they would react. I am positively jealous.

Iuploads.com man. They is the bomb.

heh, morbid art? i happen to enjoy odd art. (not always morbid, it just sometimes goes that way)

i did a thing i called "tribute to the lizard king" which was pictures of jim morrison glued onto an average human scuplure, with the most random objects added. turned out looking very gruesome. i loved it. up until i played hot potato with it.

i did another thing, i sorta half-assed tribute to hunter s. tompson. although halfway though it, he commited suicide, so it also became very violent.

i have many, many others, but those are just a few off the top of my head.

I wrote some lyrics for a song. The metaphor was a little disturbing when I went back and looked at it properly... Scared me...

Iuploads.com man. They is the bomb.
i'll see what i can do.

Various scars, cuts, and angst fanfics

I've drank blood, I've cut, er, sensitive areas.. hehe, *holds up her official I'm-not-crazy-(anymore) certificate and runs*

Sensitive... Areas? Like what?

I'll post piktures of some of my morbid creations in the morning (...asuming the thread survives that long...)

Well, my disposition is extremely far from morbid, so none of my creations could really be considered "morbid", especially by the standards shown thus far here...lol

However, I once made the following as an art project:

http://216.32.67.18/~ssgx/MyStorage/eyeballart.png

Nothing too horrible... Just a "sculpture" of an eyeball floating in a glass of ice water...lol The water is that acrylic water stuff they use for floral arrangements (mix the two-part epoxy type stuff together, pour it into a container, and it hardens into clear plastic), the eyeball is one of those things that floats around in a slightly larger ball with a thin layer of fluid in between (so it rotates freely as you turn it in your hands) and the ice cubes are just some clear plastic "rocks" that you put in fishtanks... I added them too early, and they all sank to the bottom of the "water", but oh well...lol And the "water" seems to be yellowing (which I suppose adds to the "charm"...lol), so it doesn't look as pretty as it used to, but I like it...

Also, a game I created (it's due for an update, actually) called "Murder Mansion" can be considered mildly morbid... Check out some pics here (http://www.geocities.com/supersaiyangokux/MMcaps.html) (the more "morbid" aspects can be seen in some of the bottom shots)...

But other than that, I'm not very morbid...

One time i split open my penis with a knife, then i nailed the skin flaps to a little cross, doused it in lighter fluid, and set it on fire.

I wouldn't believe that unless I saw photographs of your *hrm-hrm* from multiple angles, so that I could be sure you wern't just BSing everyone.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15979009/ that monologue or

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/16410897/ that story.
I thought you were female!

I might of made a mistake once......








Okay, so I've lots of mistakes. I generally don't venture into the morbid, but I've played with some bands where the music may have been a little disturbed.

Trilateral Comission and I, back in Freshman year of Highschool, collaborated on something called "seppuku bites." I still have the original in my scanner at home, and a scanned copy of it on my computer. I signed up for Iuploads.com about 12 hours ago and I'm now eagerly awaiting my password. Probably, I registered @hotmial.com rather than @hotmail, so if it ain't here when I get back from class, I'm gonna try re-registering.

Probably the following poem:

Queen of Ice

My warm heart
Full of love beating
Falling on love’s sword. Your’s

You played love’s game
Pretended to fall with me
But fall on my love’s sword you would not

Seated on your thrown a picture of glory
As the light shimmered through you
Your sword advertised warm and inviting

I couldn’t see its ice for the fire behind
The warmth of my heart grows cold
As the icy sword takes hold

Trying to pull away
I have no strength to let go
Your sword tearing out my heart

Oh what a sight to see
The Queen of Ice on her thrown
The fire behind makes her look the angel

When the fire goes out
What a gory sight
This Queen of my hearts night

She sits at the feast
My heart her platter
Gnawing at its lifeless, bloody corpse

“Oh, Queen of Ice,” I pray
“Take my life’s breath away
I would not see another day”



For to live is more torture than death
With which to love again, I have nothing left
I gave my all, of my all I am bereft

So I curl up to my Queen of Ice
Next to the chill that seemed so nice
Waiting for hypothermia to set in

Let me have this at least
As my soul cannot rest in peace
To die in cold release

Let me rest till I die
In the arms of my
Queen of Ice

Calling for a MLRS barrage on an Iraqi position. They had dug slit trenches and emplaced three 40mm guns intended for anti-aircraft use, but leveled for use against ground troops. Unfortunately for them, they had not built up any overhead cover...

After the bomblets stopped detonating, it was pretty grisly.

QUOTE=Personal responsibilit]Probably the following poem:

[CENTER]Queen of Ice

My warm heart
Full of love beating
Falling on love’s sword. Your’s

You played love’s game
Pretended to fall with me
But fall on my love’s sword you would not

Seated on your thrown a picture of glory
As the light shimmered through you
Your sword advertised warm and inviting. [/QUOTE]

WHOA! Hey, that was pretty good. Any more like it?

QUOTE=Personal responsibilit]Probably the following poem:

[CENTER]Queen of Ice

My warm heart
Full of love beating
Falling on love’s sword. Your’s

You played love’s game
Pretended to fall with me
But fall on my love’s sword you would not

Seated on your thrown a picture of glory
As the light shimmered through you
Your sword advertised warm and inviting.

WHOA! Hey, that was pretty good. Any more like it?[/QUOTE]

I've written many poems, but that one is by far the darkest. I tend to be a generally positive person. Thank you for the compliment :D...

Did you notice the allusion to the writings of Kahlil Gilbran on the subject of Love?

No, didn't notice it. I don't read much of dat poe-et-ree stuff, though. Usually I read Edward Gorey or Tim Burton, humerously gothic poetry, not real poetry.

No, didn't notice it. I don't read much of dat poe-et-ree stuff, though. Usually I read Edward Gorey or Tim Burton, humerously gothic poetry, not real poetry.

Actually, Kahlil Gilbran is not really a poet. He's more of a philosopher but is often referred to as "The Prophet". I don't agree with much of his philosophy, but it is interesting reading.

I never heard of him. Googling him didn't come up with much...

Being able to draw for 14 consecutive months only mass graves, starving, mutilated persons and sometimes both...
Having written a 27 pages essay about deep human nature during this period along with a few other "artistic" forms of expression, mainly poems and some fors of let's say "body art" (sure, scarification is nice but now when using a razor blade on your wrists).

This happened during and after a pretty long and hard period in which I had to always have my blood type and my last will written down on a paper in a pocket on my flak jacket. These few months I also had the occasion to "mess around" with some buddies' severed limbs, taking them back to base in ammo boxes and such.
It all happened again 4 years later when I went back in the same hell-hole.
I guess the worst I made was playing (litteraly) with a human skull with which I've had quite interesting convos ...
Gotta love the Balkans. (I'm thinking about publishing some of these drawings as part of a book as some of them could be considered as some kind of testimony, of account even if due to some "technical" contraints those are pretty rough -yes it's hard to draw during a the blackout or with gloves in an APC-)

Or there was this time where a couple of friends and I took a whole set of photos of Rwandese roadsides "back in the days" with the occasional joke about particular *cough* ornaments.

9 years later after all this I'm about allright and except the rare depressing or morbid writing or drawing, nothing.

No I am not crazy, I've done a whole lot of morbid things during my life ranging from the usual teenage body "mutilations" to the things listed above not forgetting the casual cemetary visit at night along with some friends back in my late teenage or my chats with my psy and my mates :)


It wasn't until very recently that I became able to write down surch things and put a smiley at the end of it, but even then you don't get the picture of how helpless and miserable I felt when facing the horrors people like me saw.