Homage to Disney

Mickey Mouse in trouble at sea. 

 

Mickey Mouse as a worm.

2012 part2

"This is all very life like."

 2012

I

After I have raped you I ask you to have coffee with me, but you just keep on crying and after awkward silence I get dressed and leave.

When I start to break, there are not enough hands pick up the pieces.

And when the world turns too scary for me, I cover my face and sit very still in the darkness of my room with my carpet and my plants until I flow out through the bottoms of my feet and get sucked into the carpet and where I shall spread all over my room, to the floor, walls and wallpapers and finally disappear.

Batman

On saturday morning Batman woke up reeking of booze from the gutter of 11th street. Not only had he lost his memory but also a part of his suit seemed to be missing.

Batman knew Gotham was in danger again after finding Jokers allready familiar calling card; a plastic prank turd.

 2011 part1

The traveling salesman of death came to my door, rang the bell and waited... But I didn`t go answer the door and death went to the neighbours.

  

Standing with wet pant-legs and without umbrella, you could see  how the sharp knives of the passing years had started to carve bitter tracks on bunnymans face. Sometimes when he met his reflection on puddles he would think about escaping from his life.

Ants had already eaten my hands. It wouldn`t take long now for them to complete the work.

Corner sun and pink umbrella. I believe we have gone real deep.

Inside this self made prison cell I wonder which side I am on.

As I was laying on my death bed, there stood two horses in the window of my room.

Besides of his fysical unpleasantness H.Moilanen also had some psychical shortcomings that we won`t dig in to here.

You say I never buy flowers for you and that`s true. But I will draw all the flowers in the world for you.

And so it happend once that in the heart of night snuck young and brave maiden into the house of the ghost, stole his heart, put it in a chest made of glass and claimed ownership to it. Ghost was so impressed of the bravery of the maiden that agreed with all of her demands and continued haunting happier than ever.

My mind is like a suicide.

(left)Every night the ghost kept awful racket at the attic. He clanked his chains, howled, slammed doors and scratched walls, but nobody was scared of him anymore. Because there had happend so, that residence downstairs was emptied after people there had grown weary to the loud noises and had moved away for a long time ago. (right) And so year after year reached the raging of this lonely one nothing but deaf ears in this empty house. And so because of it`s loud nature the house had became a nightmare of all real estate agencies, after their vain efforts to find inhabitants to move there.

AND AGAIN WITH THIS DAMN EGG COMEDY!

Some times the mole asses rised to the surface to leer newspapers.

During the night somebody had cut the face of bunnyman and spilled caustic soda to his eyes. Never had the bunny man looked more terrible.

Police had drove the old goldilocs and child molesting uncle bear back against wall.

Have a good...good...GOOD..good...Good...have a...have...have... HAVE A GOOD...Have a good evening. Tonight with us in studio words... Words...WORDS...WoRdS...words...wordS...wORds...words...wOrDs...WORDS...WORDS...words...

"Good evening from feces screen."

Jehovah`s witnesses had mutilated bunnygirl and left her with something to read.

Wind blowing through opening door moves tuft of woolly hat. Man himself doesn`t move. The radiator  hadn`t worked in weeks and nobody could say that the window that was left open would have done things any easier.

(left)Inside a tram sits a man holding violin in his hands, with fingers so thick that you would think that instrument disappeaers between them. (right) When tram stops for next station doors open and in comes small old lady -"Such a handsom boy" she says and smile fills the fat mans face.

 2011 part2

On my way to home I stopped to buy some balloons and serpentine. I blow the balloons to preserve my breath for you. With the serpentine I hang my self. How are you going to conserve the balloons, when air eventually leaks out of them too?

Diver.

When deaths pants fell down he knew that there would not be use for the scythe on that day.

After everything that had happened I realised I had forgot how to walk.

Day by day (s)he was turning out to be more and more disgusting.

There are times when I would like to hang without hands, only to show how skilled I am.