A setting sun brings the Inquisition My Torquemada twilight Apathetic Knights ride on butchered horses Armed with silver swords and bloody crosses Ridding the playgrounds and municipal buildings of punk ass bitches and psychedelic witches Demonologists from the Department of Health Announced an edict to bathe in Holy Water And read The Bible on public... Continue Reading →
Dark Night at the Jericho Abbey
The Plague never infected my body It killed my job in a New York minute 80K per annum fire flushed in a crematorium oven A boozy butcher mixing slaughterhouse soup I had to bring home that bacon I’m now a night clerk at some janky ass motel One filled with cadavers that told no tales... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction: THE ROCKFORD FILES YEARS
Drunk typist note: I'm going to attempt a pulp fiction story that mixes my Irish Catholic Drunkard's Guilt with a horror and crime story you might purchase at The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. None of these chapters will have more than two drafts so I hope you don't mind it not being too polished. This story... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:CHRISTINE(1983) An American Born Nightmare Machine
John Carpenter's Christine is a film about an American born murder machine. A 1958 Plymouth Fury. The car's model and color are perfect visualizations of this voracious killer that harbors a jealous streak that one would need a thousand odometer clicks to cross. The red chrome glistens like spilled blood as she chews up asphalt... Continue Reading →
A Secret Communique From Mr. Pulp
I am obsessed with Tierra del Fuego. I also love maps and globes. I remember in grade school looking over at the standard public school issue globe on the bookshelves and noticing the southern tip of South America. It was a world away from my home on Long Island. I envisioned what it must be... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:MARTIN(1977) Romero’s Tale of Ordinary Madness
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski When I go to the cinema of politics to see what shitty movie these fat old geezers have playing, I park my ass on the right side of the auditorium. Living in New York State, about thirty miles east of... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: A Final Transmission from GUN 929
Ghost ship dawn in the desert Cold and still placid corpse on a marble slab Smoking a joint at the airport perimeter Semi-automatic rifle strapped around my sore shoulder GUN 929 carved on its stock with a hunting knife Two trinkets of salvation in my jacket pockets King James Bible stained with alien slime dented... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Happy Hour in Boiler City
On the deadest of dead end streets I drunk stumbled into a dark and lonely saloon Gingerly rubbed my bloodshot eyes that had gone piss yellow On an empty dance floor filled with starry night dreams Christ was on the cross smoking a cigarette Dude exhaled a smokey blue crown of thorns Looked at me... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Strong Tequila in Boiler City
The sewer spit out mutant worms Conquering Boiler City in a New York minute imitating a rabid army of Visigoths legalizing anarchy Death pouring out of their slimy segmented bodies lined with teeth or claws and biological weaponry Slithering through streets filled with garbage and crime crushing buses and cars with the glee of an... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:DEAD SILENCE(2007) Conjuring Up Some Creepy Dolls
Watching some scenes in James Wan's Dead Silence, I felt like a tarantula was slowly crawling down the front of my trousers. Like getting molested by some sinister circus freak, cold shivers twisted my body like my privates were hooked up to a live car battery. Dead Silence showcases Wan and writer Leigh Whannell's fondness for dastardly dolls and... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 