About Me

Firstly, about this mad fucker that is Matt S Death... That would be me. First of all, I don't take drugs because my blood cells already produce sufficient amounts to keep my fucked mind on its tippy little toes. This page is an outlet for my pent up insanity, fucked up thoughts and ideas, yadda yadda yadda... You can either enjoy the results or you may vomit your bloodied mortal coil at the mere sight of them. Either way is fine by me.

I'm 24 and was insane since the day I was born. Looks like it's not going away either, which is a good thing. Being possessed by imaginary devils isn't as bad as thou would think. Conversation gets very interesting inside my skull, which is the greatest temple (or egg) of all insanities. The second greatest temple of insanities is this site, of course. The third would be my testicles, which bubble with delirious unstable chemicals of insanity when I happen to lay my eyes on an attractive vixen. You probably didn't want to know that, but I wanted you to.

Although I was already a deranged kid, getting into games like Doom and Warcraft truly upped the ante for my insanity and morbid fantasies, taking them to an even greater level. Fortunately, I have been smart enough to treat my fantasies as fiction, so I made no acts of war.

It was in 2002 (the year of mental damnation) where I wanted to put that fried egg of insane and trecherous thought (that is my brain) to good use. Even though my output waned a little overtime (because of various commitments and personal reasons), the fried egg didn't let up at all, and it never will. As the temple of insanities, it rests on an island with moat filled with blood, fire and the filthiest nail clippings.

The story

There is a thin line between writing horror stories and thinking of the most fucked up things possible and presenting them as "stories". In 2002, I crossed that line with no feelings of shame or remorse, though my work was relatively tame back in the day.

Several years along the road I would get drunk and piss and vomit all over the line instead of merely crossing it. It will never be my destiny to write for a dangerously orthodox mind. As I wrote more and more things, I later on recognised the need to find myself some space on the retardnet to post my black arts. Only mildly black in the early days, as my art was young and underdeveloped, like a baby bird, dormant inside its egg.

This hatchling hatched inside my brain and corrupted even the most innocent cerebral regions over the years. As the hatchling evolved in 2003, I was particularly keen on devouring my madness and thus produced many writings. I was also fascinated with playing around with Photoshop and derived endless entertainment from fucking around with photos, making bizarre and silly images. Later on, I reformed my interests in drawing oddballist images, which was an art I first found when I was about 7 or 8.

Needless to say, the overall response was fantastic. Many people who checked out my work received it well. But with the positive feedback also came the pathetic naysayers who attempted to judge me with their weak and ignorant minds. Little did they know that they had no power. Their efforts to bring me down were all in vain. About as vain as someone like... Britney Spears? Maybe. The bottom line is their bullshit beared no negative effects on my art. It only fed the furnace, adding fuel to the fire. That's the problem with idiots. They don't actually understand their stupidity, and thus will never grow.

2003 saw a lot of writings that have been sorted into two ebooks - Weird Dreams and More and Insanitarium. There was a lot of writing done. Back then, I never thought of arranging these articles into ebooks (as they were posted directly on my site one by one) but I gave them their own categories.

In 2004 I saw no reason to stop forcing sanity into wane, so I simply maintained my efforts. My drawing and graphics skills improved, my warped sense of humour developed for the better and more sufficient writing was produced, later to be collated for another ebook - this being Lord Desolator's Asylum. Why? Because that was what it was called at the time, and Lord Desolator was my old pseudonym.

2005 didn't see that many things posted for the site, but I was very happy with what I came up with. I also stopped using Photoshop for the drawings and started using Flash. About time I did that too! In the middle of the year, about June I think, I started to write some content for The Sick Child, my first real book to be. I also had some fun working on animations.

2006 saw even less work than 2005, because a lot of time was spent working on TSC. But the results kept getting better in my eyes. Even with little work to show, I still managed to inflict some good damage to human craniums. I also took the brains as souveniers.

In 2007 I set up Asylumentary.com, when it was finally time to sacrifice a thousand human beings and obtain a real domain for my fucked up writings. This has proven to be beneficial for me as I have not only avoided the bullshit I often waded through with free servers, but I have been given liberty to use whatever code I want. This awesome degree of freedom has inspired me to use and abuse PHP to my advantage. The advantages haven't stopped there, and anyone who owns a paid server knows how it is. Perhaps I can even use PHP and Javascript to launch nuclear weapons at worthless people, since I can't seem able to talk Satan into doing that.

The Sick Child

I aim to release "The Sick Child" in no particular year. I started it in 2005 and it has been a very gradual process. In 2007, I thought it was ready to go, but then I decided it needed illustrations. My work without illustrations is like a bacon and egg roll without the eggs and bacon. In 2008 I was satisfied with the current results at first, but over the months I came to believe it still lacked something.

So as of 2009, I have resolved to no longer guess release times, for I have no real idea when it will be done. When it's finished, it will torment the remainder of your sanity.

Asylumentary.com is true Aussie black humour! ...because I live in Australia. That's why.

Inspirations

I draw inspiration from shows such as South Park, Black Books and The Simpsons to name a few and evil music such as death metal and black metal. Cannibal Corpse were a huge help to me in 2004 as their lyrical themes impressed and inspired my ideas. I've also been inspired by bands like Carpathian Forest, Impaled Nazarene and pretty much any band with wonderfully fucked up lyrics.

Stephen King is definitely a huge inspiration too. I was also impressed by the prospect of Stephen being pronounced Steven. I swear, it's like magic. Black magic. There are many other authors who have inspired me too, including John Marsden and Ben Elton for some.

I also draw inspirations from dreams and a lot of things I see. Not to mention the essence of Mr Bean. Mr Bean is a hero.