Sunday, October 26, 2008

Doomsday Dream...

End of days

I was with my mother & brother.

A friend of mine was infected with a type of violent psychosis.

I recently learnt that he wants to kill me.
It seems his rage is targeted but for no clear reason.

One by one more people fall ill & threaten those around them.
The streets begin to flood with those looking for a cure.

A mystery van rolls into town and offers an expensive but tangible defence
available only for the rich or corrupt. They are a series of strange metallic objects that lend themselves more to confusion than any real solution, but are quickly stolen with an unnerving ease, as the gathering mob becomes restless.

We leave quickly and barracade our home for the impending chaos.

My vision is interjected with flashes of several seething pits of snakes, rats & cats
all fighting for survival. Striking. Biting. Clawing. Raping. Pillaging.
Not fighting to get free, but simply to destroy each other.
A vision of hellish desperation.
Then a large rare sabre-tooth breaks into the pit & ravenges them all.

Now my hunter has broken in and the fight breaks out. His eyes are red with a mix of hatred & fear. Scared not of me but of himself. With our mother in danger, my brother & I become ruthless, striking blows with lethal force to overpower him. Finally we pin him down to the concrete floor with a metal pole against his neck. Like kicking your own dog that’s turned against you... a sick feeling hits my stomach and remorse trys to break in.

Then as if someone whispered an antidote in his ear, his body loosened and slipped free of our grip. A team of agent like men and women enter the yard and capture him with no struggle. His eyes turn to face me and I see my old friend once again through spilling tears. A silent understanding of sorry is exchanged with no malice for each other, only the situation, as I follow them to the street.

The agents begin to examine my fingernails to check for infection, but swiftly move on.
My brother is not so lucky and is taken away before I’ve realised what was happening.

No answers only emptiness.

I’m torn back to a vision of the victorious beast. He wanders where the woods meet the city. Time has passed and his family has grown to many. I don’t fear they will hurt me, but am unnerved by their presence. Soon they will learn to walk on two legs.

As mum & I walk back to the house, a man with a purse made from two leather hearts follows me. His look seeks refuge, but I cannot risk all that I have left to give him shelter.

I bid him good luck...

and shut the door.


Monday, October 20, 2008

Haiku eu Whale

My friend suzi forey drew these cool whales I'm response to a haiku
she found! ;P

Skulls are still cool right?

Props to photographer Phil Gallagher for throwing my skull photo up on his blog. Check it,
He also has a great book coming out called DLUX, available at


Friday, October 17, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Brothers Mitchell

Brothers in black relax over a quiet beer. Palm beach golf club as it
happens, Fridays are epic

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Monday, October 6, 2008


FOLLOWMEMAX.COM TEASER from Max Arent on Vimeo.

Sticker book

Remember your old sticker book?

The constant reminder of positive affirmation from your teachers. Whether you were a "Good Reader", "Willing Worker" or simply "Did you Best!" There was a sticker to suit any occasion! Even if you were the kid who glued his hand to the scissors, Mrs Jones would whip out the "Crafty Kid" Metallic number and whack it on your itchy woolen jumper for all to see.
And when you'd got home & finished lapping up Mums positive praise and afternoon treats, you'd carefully add it to your book of personal greatness, knowing that one day this badboy collection was going to land your your dream job taste testing bubble gum or teaching people to be Ninjas!!!! ... well I do!


Friday, October 3, 2008

A true story...

True story, I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year,
and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends
encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering
me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister
-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would
regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had
to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister
called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when
I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and
desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told
me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my
life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going
upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I
was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached
the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there
for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and
stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was
standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that
you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome
to the family.

"The moral of this story is:"

"Always keep your condoms in your car."