Oh Jesus Christ. The last time we saw Josh, he was about to murder us with an ax, as he is wont to do. Well, this monstrous beast has returned, and he is just terrorizing the Crystal Lake campers, or something, as captured by intrepid photographer Dave Barnhouser of 13th Hour Photography. Barnhouser, by the way, has a gallery opening at Gallery 788 (788 Washington Blvd., Baltimore, MD) on October 1 from 6-9 p.m. This will surely be, if nothing else, a testament to his immeasurable bravery. More shots of your friendly neighborhood ax-murderer, after the jump.

Well well well, and here we have Christophe sporting a bright and terrifying back-piece melding bio-mech components with outer space and evil planet-sized Venus fly traps, tattooed in six sessions by the excellent Dimitri from Dimitri Tattoo in Saint Germain-en-laye, France. This, obviously, is your Friday Night Nightmare Fuel. Hooray!

Hoo boy, we are still combing through the thousands (!) of images from last weekend’s inaugural Tattoo Hollywood convention, but there are some gems in there. With three photographers going, we couldn’t be there for every photo (and as such may not be able to give proper artist credits in every shot), but hopefully these at least convey the atmosphere of the weekend. After the jump? Day two at the convention, including Saturday night’s after-party.

Technical tomfoolery, sadly, kept us offline for a few hours this evening, but we’re back up and running and could think of no better way to send you fine people off into dreamland than with this horrific demon child, having just feasted on the tender flesh of an innocent. But hey, look how happy she is! That’s what counts, right? (So help us God she will eat your damn face if you disagree.)

Sleep tight, folks!

(Tattoo by the great Kyle Cotterman (more) at Ink Revolution Studios in Kingsport, Tennessee.)

And here, straight from wintry Siberian Novosibirsk, Russia, comes a handsome young gent (with his lobes stretched to an impressive 60 mm.) and his terrifying nightmare doll. Sure, he says it’s part of a “performance” of some kind, and maybe he deserves the benefit of the doubt, but the second that thing shows up in my dreams and tries to devour my soul (only a matter of time, really), I swear to God I am driving to Russia and throwing that creature in the fire pit.

Boy oh boy, would you believe my luck? Baphomet shows up on a sunny Friday afternoon, and me without my BFG 9000. Of all the days to forget it at home…

Well, folks, let’s wrap things up with some good old fashioned nightmare fuel. The piece you see above is worn by Dee, and it looks like someone took an old-school wall of flash, threw it in a blender with a few ounces of peyote and let nature take its course. In an excellent way, of course. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a cold shower. The coldest.

Until tomorrow, ModBloggers.

In the future, after the last newspaper has burned, the Internet has eaten itself and various Twitter and Tumblr robots murder each other in the streets all day, every day, we will have no choice but to get our news from the tattoos of the townsfolk. Adam is just setting the pace with this combination Swine/Avian Flu (”Flying Pig Flu,” of course) tattoo, which will undoubtedly be the final straw for humanity. Either that or some sort of Scientologist dinosaur meteor. If you only bet on one apocalypse scenario today, make it one of these. Thank you for your continued support of BME Casinos. We’ll see you tomorrow.

Good afternoon, ModBloggers! Have you saluted ol’ Queenie up there yet today? No? Well…the ever-watchful eye of the British Empire has a death gaze for you, after the jump.

Oh. my. God.

Nobody move. You hear me? Nobody move.

OK, actually, somebody should move and call or text message God or the marines or whatever you do in a situation like this. What situation? Oh, nothing, just that we here at BME have apparently stumbled upon the source of the goddamned swine flu that is the newest pandemic that is going to find and murder every last one of us. Do not be taken in by its seductive prowess, people. Remember: Everybody is at risk, even if the pig is wearing a dental dam. Be safe out there.