When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the runway.

Tiberius [Behind Tiberius] via [foto_decadent]

More, at a larger size, (some NWS) after the jump.
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Adventures in Feeling II [Nadya]

hasenmenschen by Marcel Steger

Marcel Steger [Artist's Site] : bunnylicious

The ever wonderful Bibi, curator of Bibi’s Box, dropped us a line letting us know that moustache enthusiasts have managed to, unsurprisingly, worm their way into Flickr Commons — which hosts large numbers of photos uploaded from the Library of Congress — adding the handy “greatmustachesoftheloc” tag to photos featuring the classiest of hirsute accessories.

Truly there are some spectacular and historic moustaches to be found, such as this fine specimen worn by Dr. Francisco Bertrand, twice president of Honduras; once from March 28, 1911 to February 1, 1912 and again from March 21, 1913 to September 9, 1919. He spent his last years in exile after abandoning the presidency due to what is commonly believed to have been pressure from the U.S.

Tags/greatmustachesoftheloc [Flickr Commons] : indicommons

Following the lead of fellow flesh-artist Ariana Page Russel, Thijs Veerbeck renders the English alphabet in skin and clothes-pins.

alfabet in huid [Thijs Veerbeck : Street Anatomy]

A moustachioed road warrior and his trusty hawk provide inspiration for an epic poem:

I met a traveller on a Hound busload
Who said: a hollow and boarded roadhouse
Stands on the highway. Near it on the road,
Half torn, a fake tanned visage lies, whose frown
And mustached lip and thund’rous chopper rode
Tell that its model well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The beer that quench’d them and jerky that fed.
And on the poster ad these words appear:
“My name is Ozymanliness, man of men:
Look on my works, ye girly, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level roads stretch far away.

Comment by Ozymanliness — March 17, 2009

I apologize, dear readers, yesterday was Monday and, due to things being what the experts call “bat-shit crazy”, I was unable to post. As a peace offering, I give you a photo of a man, bedecked in fine riding leathers, who is shocked to find he suddenly has a hawk perched on his arm. I fear that posts may be sporadic this week, as the aforementioned insanity shows no signs of abating.

For Serious Riders Only [tofutti break]