Friday, October 8, 2010

(Recommended Read) SAVE ME, HAY-ZEUS by P.J. Kaiser

“Hello -” The woman leaned towards me, her silver hair swinging forward, to read the name embroidered on my t-shirt. “Jesus? Your name is Jesus? Why, that’s blasphemy!”...

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(Recommended Reads) A SKETCH by Leila

She walks into the parlor, admiring the decor and the lighting of the place. It's not too bright, nor too dim. The candles on the walls are numerous enough that they match the light from any bulb she's seen, and there is something to be said for the mellow flickering of fire verses the almost harsh light of a lamp...

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SHE NEVER SLEPT reviews the film MESSIAH OF EVIL - a film I probably should have heard of


Willard Huyck’s Messiah of Evil is one of a legion of elusive genre films from the 1960s and 70s that have cropped up for decades on bootleg and public domain videotapes mastered from source tapes often ravaged by scratches, splices, and colour so oversaturated it bled like an opened vein. Blood Sabbath, Bury Me An Angel and Oliver Stone’s Seizure spring readily to mind as examples; all now exist looking exactly the same – un-restored and badly duped – except on DVD, instead of VHS. These ragged transfers had been duped and pan and scanned to the point that the film print often appeared on the verge of disintegration. As with all holy grails of psychotronic cinema, fans wanting to see the film as intended prior to the era of the DVD plunked down exorbitant change for Huyck’s flick in cropped and pan and scanned VHS tapes and, later, DVD...


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(Recommended Reads) ANGERED GODS by Maria Protopapadaki-Smith

Tenki was nearly asleep when he heard whispered voices outside the hut – one of the Elders had come to speak to his father. He lay as still as possible so they would think he was asleep. His father always spoke of more interesting things when he thought Tenki couldn’t hear him...

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Thursday, October 7, 2010


The Big Leagues
Al Bruno III

Nine TV screens cast pale light over the masked woman in the comfortable high-backed chair. Computer readouts scrolled across the bottom of each video feed. The control panel before her was a mass of switches and dials with a single red button in the center. The woman wore a purple costume that concealed everything but her luxurious red hair. In this identity she was called the Maven and this was her first night of monitor duty on the topmost floor of Guardian Tower.
Guardian Tower was the most famous structure in Megalopolis City, perhaps even the world. It was the base of operations for the Legion Of Protectors as well as a super hero museum and sprawling gift shop that hundreds of tourists visited every day.
This was the big time. After years of fighting crime in River City the Maven’s abilities had come to the attention of Commander Infinity himself. He had told her how proud he would be if he could have the world’s greatest detective by his side.
How could she say no to an offer like that? From her first day the world’s most powerful super team had treated her like an equal. They had presented her with a silver Legion of Protectors communicator badge and her very own office.
Then she took the Legion Vow, “To defend mankind from threats above, below and beyond.”

Something on one of the screens caught her eye. The Maven leaned forward, taking the situation in.
This was it!
She hit the button in the center of the control panel calling the active members of the Legion to duty.
Within seconds the Blue Bolt was there. He could run at the speed of sound and wore a suit of azure armor that protected him from attacks and high-speed collisions with bugs. Even with his super speed he would have been the first one there, he had been living at the tower since his messy divorce.
The Math-Magician appeared in a flash of algorithms. She didn’t wear a standard costume, just her street clothes hidden beneath a full length brown robe. She wore a hood that hid her short blonde hair and dark horn-rimmed glasses concealed her eyes. She was a master of Advanced Lovecraftian Trigonometry, a mathematics so extreme that it could alter the very fabric of reality. Her voice was frosty, “I was in the middle of dinner.”
An arm flew into the monitor room, followed by a leg and a torso and then a head. It was Dismembro, possibly the most disgusting super hero ever; he had the power to bloodlessly remove parts of his body and send them flying this way and that. He rarely spoke, mainly because he disguised himself by keeping his nose, eyebrows and lips stored in his utility belt.
Mighty Woman dropped through an access point in the ceiling. The gold alien armor she wore gave her strange powers and abilities and hid all but her pale blue eyes from view. There were some people that resented her being on the team because of her extreme right wing conservative views but her beliefs had almost no impact on the team whatsoever- except of course for her long running feud with Wavy Gravy.
Commander Infinity was the last to arrive but the Maven was sure he had been close by all along. One of the monitor room’s floor length windows slid open and he hovered towards her. There was a neutral expression on his regal features, his red and yellow costume gleamed like polished metal. His cape was tossed casually over one shoulder. “What’s the emergency?” his voice was a deep baritone, it seemed to reverberate through the room.
“A group of Furry Separatists have taken control of the city museum,” the Maven explained, “they have hostages.”
“Furry Separatists?” the Math-Magician sounded incredulous.
“They’re an obscure but deadly group,” the Maven explained, “I’ve dealt with them before.”
The Blue Bolt looked more closely at the monitor screen, “Do they have any hi-tech weapons or super powers?”
“What’s the difference?” the Maven said, “Shouldn’t we get going?”
“No,” Commander Infinity shook his head. He was still hovering, “This is a police matter.”
Dismembro’s head and arms hovered over the monitor station checking the readouts, “She had the settings too high.”
“People are in danger!” the Maven couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Commander Infinity hovered closer, “You’ve forgotten your vow. To defend mankind from threats above, below and beyond. The Legion exists to defend the Earth-”
“And the moon!” Dismembro added.
“-and the moon from external threats. We are not here to defend mankind from itself.”
The Blue Bolt tapped the monitor screen, “We don’t get involved in police matters.”
“But...” the Maven said.
Commander Infinity explained, “If we start down that road then municipal authorities and worse yet- the general public will start expecting us to stop every bank robbery and put out every fire.”
Mighty Woman agreed, “We’re super heroes, not community activists.”
“And what happens the one day we don’t get there in time?” Commander Infinity continued, “Public scorn, lawsuits and scathing editorials. This isn’t the way we do things.”
For a few seconds the Maven tried to convince herself that this was some kind of prank or hazing ritual but when you’re the world’s greatest detective you can’t be fooled by anyone, especially not yourself.
Didn’t that explain why there were no stories about the Legion of Protectors foiling robberies or taking time out to rescue kittens from trees?
She felt a pang of regret when she removed the Legion badge from her costume and handed it back to Commander Infinity. “I’m sorry but this isn’t the way I do things.”
The world’s mightiest super team watched as she leapt out the open window and caught her grapple line on a nearby building. The Maven swung in a wide arc making her way towards the city museum.

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He simply had to eat twice as many frankfurters as his adversary- it was a double dog dare.

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He was proud of his 25 years of marriage and he was glad to have spread the time out between 7 different wives.

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When you're part of the Army's Special Hygene Brigade nothing matters more than your rank.

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He shouted “Would somebody shut that damn kid up?” and was promptly ejected from the maternity ward's birthing room for it.

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The brain eating virus decimated the American population but oddly enough few government representatives felt any ill effects.

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Zeb got diarrhea the night before his wedding so he ended up spending all night on the bachelor potty

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“He fell into a threshing machine while using Twitter. It looks like we've got a case of shredded tweet.”


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“The best part of waking up is going right the fuck back to sleep.”

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Once he moved from directing mainstream films to porn he learned that 'Key Grip' and 'Best Boy' could mean very different things.

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He was the only professionsl wrestler to wear feety pajamas in the ring. His specialty was the Sleeper Hold.

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She said, “I guess dreams really can come true.” but she still had no idea how she got to school in her underwear.

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The most popular item at RIENFIELD'S ALL NIGHT DINER was the cheesy flies.

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His love of Dungeon & Dragons and gymnastics let him to create his signature move: The Critical Split.

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No one ever suspected that the real Victoria's Secret was a big hairy penis.

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It was rarely mentioned that the cereal Sugar Smacks was originally marketed to pimps.

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The Health Care system didn't cover faith healers until they changed to a Single Prayer format.

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Brian knew the nerdy new supervisor was out to get him when he was told he could only wear red shirts to work.

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All of America panicked the night the President gave his State of the Union Address via the medium of interpretive dance.

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Advanced research revealed that the first cathouse in the Old West was run entirely by furries.

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He was an Axe murderer! She was a cannibal! Together they went on a self cleaning killing spree.

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Karl realized he was playing with himself too much when he started to ejaculate dust.

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The doctors told Tiffany she had mono so she invested in a new stereo right away.

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He learned that day never to have breakfast while looking at his Tumblr dashboard but he never ate sausages again.

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Captain Hero knew there was a fine line between crime-fighting and slapstick.

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The war between the cross-dressing bikers and tap dancing mafia left silk petticoats and spangled shoes strewn for miles.

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Fed up Americans began turning policians' names into sexual metaphors. Trust me you don't want somebody to Feingold your Gingrich.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

(Insane News) Life Imitates Ed Wood's THE VIOLENT YEARS!

Zimbabwean man claims he was drugged and raped by gang of women

A ZIMBABWEAN man has accused a gang of three women of kidnapping, drugging and raping him in the fifth sexual attack targeting male victims in under a year.

A police spokesman said the 26-year-old was offered a lift in the southern city of Bulawayo but passed out in the vehicle after he was grabbed from behind and his face covered with a cloth.

He said he fell unconscious again after being given a substance that tasted like alcohol.

"After he woke up he was naked and the ladies took turns to rape him and abused him," police spokesman Wayne Bvudzijena told AFP.

The man told police he passed out after the assault but was later dumped by the women.

"The ladies also took his money, $US300 ($308) and cell phone," said Mr Bvudzijena.

"The intentions by the three women are not clear but we suspect it could for ritual purposes."

The incident on Friday was the fifth such attack reported in several parts of the country, carried out by groups of women of varying size.

"It could be one or more gangs involved which is doing this. In all cases the victims are caught unaware and they are given drugs which make them dizzy," said Mr Bvudzijena.

"A docket for aggravated assault has since been opened in these cases."

The first attack happened last November when three women kidnapped an 18-year-old man, the state-run
Herald newspaper reported.

In February, a group of four women forced a 25-year-old to have sex with them at gunpoint.

Last month, a 44-year-old man, who was ordered to wear a condom, was targeted by two women while a man stood guard.

A 30-year-old man was also drugged by three women, two of whom had guns, and sexually assaulted.

Under Zimbabwean law, the charge of rape applies only to women victims.

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010


What Rough Beast


Al Bruno III

(This story originally appeared in Eden Studios Terra Primate and appears here courtesy of the publisher)

Everyone thought she had gone home hours ago, no one noticed her car parked behind a dumpster near the back of the complex. She hid herself in a cramped room with high shelves stacked with petri dishes, latex gloves and medical equipment. Alone there she waited, waited for the late shift to end and the custodial staff to finish their rounds.

Bored and terrified all at once Dr. Linda Harrison went over her memories one by one, examining them like samples suspended in formaldehyde.

It had begun for her five years ago, a young professor of primatology fresh out of school and swimming in debt. She had no family, and had been to busy for anything more than academic pursuits. The Balock Corporation's offer had been too lucrative to resist, she'd have her student and car loans paid off in two years if she was frugal enough. All she knew going in is that she would be working as a consultant for a team of cardiologists, urologists and geneticists.

She wasn't naive, she knew it wasn't the Goodall institute she was going to work for. These were ethically nebulous medical experiments involving primates, but she rationalized it she told herself that these weren't real apes these were livestock bred for only one purpose.

Of course it wasn't that simple, nothing in life ever is.

The apes had been genetically engineered with human DNA. The goal was to create a resource for transplants. Apes with blood types and cellular structures so close to human as to be a nearly universal match. It would mean an end to waiting lists and organ rejections.

To Linda it seemed so noble, yet so farfetched.

Most of the apes died on the operating table or as a result of flawed theories and experiments. Only one was kept alive, a control subject they had given the strange-sounding nickname of Jermyn. They monitored him to see if the altered apes would suffer any long-term problems.

A noise roused Linda from her thoughts, she pressed her ear to the door and listened. She recognized the voices of the security guards as they made their leisurely way up the halls. They were talking about sports, those two always talked about sports.

She waited a little while longer then she headed out, moving as quietly as she could. She used her passkey once to enter the secure wing and a second time to enter the wing that held the animal pens.

For some reason the memory of her first day of work flashed across her mind. She had to force her way through a gauntlet of animal rights protesters. They held up signs that proclaimed ‘A rat is a cat is a dog is an ape is a boy and went out of their way to sneer and spit on her.

Perhaps she should have taken that as an omen.

Since she was mainly on hand to maintain the apes and answer the other scientist's questions Linda tried to spend a little time each day observing Baylock Inc.’s new creations. She made notes and field reports. The altered primates were taller and more bipedal in stature than their ordinary kin. They were bright, imitative but prone to sudden outbursts of violence.

During her time there she had seen two of the ape keepers gravely injured and there had been uncountable near misses. Linda knew to keep well away from the cages, especially when she was alone.

But it was when she was alone that Jermyn made contact.

At first she had thought there was someone else in the room, and then she had thought that someone was playing an elaborate prank. It wasn’t until the ape called her name for a third time that she realized what was really happening and that realization left her shaking.

The memory of the encounter was still enough to make her knees weak as she made her way down the hallway. Perhaps fear was making her weak as well. This was more than just quitting her job, she was sacrificing her career- her future. The Baylock Corporation might never reveal what she had done but here tonight but they would use their every influence within the halls of government and academia to ruin her.

Very well, She thought as she entered the darkened hallway that contained the ape pens, ruin me then.

She flicked on the lights, momentarily blinding herself, when her eyes sight cleared she found herself staring at row after row of empty cages. Her heart caught a beat at the realization that they had already begun liquidating the test subjects. What if she was too late?

The pen at the far end, the largest one belonged to the control subject. It had a tire swing, climbing bars and toys. She ran down the short hall calling his name. When his gruff voice answered her back she almost groaned with relief.

The massive silverback paced before his cage, running his thick dark hands along the reinforced bars. She knew he was tense, she knew he hadn't been sure she'd come back for him.

The truth was even she hadn't been sure until a few hours ago

"Lin-da." He said again.

Once Jermyn had spoken to her events began to move quickly. She analyzed the ape under the guise of a 'behavior / neurological survey' in addition to her other work. Alone, always alone she performed her test sand examinations. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between herself and the ape that no one else on the research team should know about this. The solitude and late nights didn’t bother her, she had little else to look forward to.

Over time the testing became teaching. The ape's communication and reasoning skills grew by leaps and bounds, although his reading skills were never quite as strong as his ability to learn the spoken language. There was something about the nature of the printed word that he found mercurial and frustrating. Linda found it equally disconcerting to realize that as she was studying this creature he was in turn studying her. He appropriated her slang and gestures; here asked her questions about the world outside the research center's opaque windows.

There was something very trusting and knowing in the way that he looked at her. Sometimes he let her stoke his rich dark fur, sometimes she let him gently stroke her cheek. It amazed her that a hand so powerful could be so tender.

It took a year of study and notes before she was ready to reveal her findings. The reaction was nothing like she had expected. The project's director, a loathsome little company mouthpiece named Evans, seemed horrified and immediately began talking about legal and moral complications. He ordered the project shut down, the research team sent on to other endeavors, it's specimens catalogued and destroyed.

And that was what brought her here in the middle of the night with a stolen keyring in her hand.

"Lin-da" Jermyn said again, an edge of pleading had crept into his voice. “Hu-rry.”

Hurry she did, rushing down the hallway to meet him. Nervous and shaking she had to fumble thought each key on the ring twice before she found the right one. By the time the pen's reinforced door swung open both woman and beast were on the verge of hyperventilation.

"Professor Harris?"

She froze, recognizing the voice of the older security guard, and if he was there, could his partner be far behind?

Roaring with defiance Jermyn dropped to all fours.

"I don't think-" The younger security guard started to say.

Jermyn bounded past her, she fell back striking her head on the metal bars. Sparks flashed before her eyes rendering the chaos before her in strobe- like fashion. The guards had been armed in preparation for a moment like this but they never had a chance. Screams and the snap of bones echoed off the empty pens.

The abruptness of the attack left Linda speechless. She watched Jermyn methodically undress the older security guard. The corpse's neck jiggled and twisted with every twist and tug.

The dark blue uniform was too small in the arms and too tight in the chest- the shoes were a lost cause. It was a poor excuse for a disguise but when the ape buttoned the jacket he issued a grunt that could only be self-satisfaction.

All he's ever been is naked. She thought, He's spent his whole life in that cage watching us pass by him fully dressed and acting like a bunch of second rate gods. How could he have ever known anything more than envy?

For the first time the realization that for all his words and poise Jermyn was still a wild animal struck her.

And what was it that wild animals did?

Adapt and survive. Adapt and survive.

What have I done? Oh God what have I done?

Straightening up to his full height Jermyn approached her, his smile was gruff. He offered his hand and said, "We must leave."

Her confidence broke and she tried to scramble into the pen. He caught the door as she tried to swing it shut. "Lin-da? Don’t be af-raid.”

When he lifted her up she flailed and screamed but there was no one alive to hear. The ape held her tightly, pressing her against his soft fur. He whispered her name over and over again until she had calmed, until she had returned to her senses

Slowly, tentatively Linda reached up to stroke Jermyn's face. He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek. She could have pulled away now but instead she sank deeper into his embrace. They needed to get away from here, her car was waiting, and their future was waiting. A future she hadn't understood before this very moment.

"You damned ape." She sobbed with anticipation as Jermyn's heavy hands ran down the curves of her form, "You damned dirty ape."

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Joe advanced quickly thanks to his people skills, market savvy and backlog of photographs of supervisors in compromising positions.

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“Do you really beat men up with that blackjack?” he asked. "Yes," Lorelei grinned evilly, “and welcome to the club.”

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The warrior king Lodan died doing what he loved and since he loved buggering sleeping dragons there wasn't much left to bury.

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The Fourth Rule of Social Networking that any man that signs up for a Tumblr account will develop an ass fetish within 6 weeks.

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The Third Rule of Social Networking is that MySpace will become post-apocalyptic wasteland of abandoned pages and unsigned bands.

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The Second Rule of Social Networking is that Twitter is IRC with less sophisticated bots.

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The First Rule of Social Networking is that Facebook is the gateway drug for potential stalkers.

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Abner Deggent insisted that whatever happened on Sheep Island stayed on Sheep Island but his friends said that was wooly thinking.

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Could Abner Deggent survive a gunfight at the sewage treatment plant? It was pretty much a crap shoot

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Abner Deggent always brushed his teeth and flossed after visiting a whorehouse, it was good moral hygiene.

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Abner Deggent had faced cannibals, dinosaurs, and communist mercenaries but whenever his ex-wife was in town he panicked.

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Nazi mastermind Colonel Wilhem Screame had a unique and high pitched battle cry.

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Eventually they learned that they could make clawed mutant super heroes even more deadly by giving them adamantium kidney stones.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Like to read? Hate censorship? Then this article from FOR THE LOVE OF YA will get you really angry.

Risha Mullins tells us her story about dealing with parents more concerned about their children's' ideological purity that their educations.  As a parent, a writer and a reader this story really got my blood boiling. 


Censorship at its Finest: Remembering

...A parent whose child had chosen to read Lessons from a Dead Girl by Jo Knowles, and how that parent sent an email to the superintendent, the board members, the principals, and me saying that I taught “soft pornography.” Remembering the way my stomach hurt when I read the email, how I cried and stayed up all night drafting a nine-page rebuttal that began with, “Literature is my life, and I take my career very seriously. I have worked extremely hard to get students to read, and the school is just beginning to see the impact of that.” Remembering getting called to my principal’s office the next day and berated for sending the rebuttal to everyone the parent had sent to (I did not send it to the parent). Remembering how my curriculum coach said she had thought I'd be fired before she even made it to school that morning. 

Remembering how stupid—how na├»ve—I was to send my rebuttal to the entire English department, thinking they needed to know that literature—our livelihood!—was under attack, thinking that we were a team and that we were supposed to support each other. Remembering the anger, the shock, that surged through me when the only two teachers in my department who bothered replying at all, did so to belittle me with how I had misrepresented “the classics” (which I had not done). Remembering what it felt like when I was asked to resign as the Literacy Committee chair--after only a month in the position--because “it just didn’t look good for the committee right now.” 

After that email, my curriculum coach told me—in the principal’s office, with him present—that she had to beg the superintendent not to shut down the Moo Moo Book Club, and that she quoted him when she said, “one more problem with books and the club is gone.” I remember asking if he could do that. And I remember her laughing. Then on October 10, 2008, I received the edict—on signed letterhead: “After investigating the situation and discussing it with Ms. X, I have decided that all books in question in your classroom library and on the Moo Moo Club reading list will be pulled and reviewed…” Every book. Class and club. And yet not a single official challenge had been filed, as  board policy required for a book to be suspended... 


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Look folks I'm just a weird little guy that likes to spend his spare time writing stories about haunted underwear and super heroes and super heroes with haunted underwear but it is important the sane people get in the way of these censoring lunatics. 

Throughout junior high and high school my scores in English class were either abysmal or spectacular and the reason always came down to two things- the quality of the teacher and the quality of what I was given to read. 

Heck in 7th grade I was in remedial English until one of the teachers started to give me reading assignments out of a book called 'Thrillers and Chillers'. It was mostly stories by guys like Ray Bradbury and Richard Matheson and it was the first time I ever read ahead in a textbook.

That's what is so tragic about Risha's story- she had these kids reading! The test scores were up.

The whole damn thing just breaks my heart...

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Sexual relations with a ghost was much more exciting than she had expected, but when it was over she had to sleep in the cold spot.

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Everyone remembered the super heroine called 'The Brown Spider' but no one had seen since her since she became a recluse.

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Undressing Lola made him feel like a kid in a candy store so he certainly hadn't expected to end up with a mouthful of pop rocks.

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The new re-release of the original Star Wars trilogy included footage of George Lucas sitting in a tub full of money and laughing.

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Did his wife suspect the woman delivering her baby was also his mistress? If she did it was going to be a real mid-wife crisis.

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Most dominatrixes aren't open during the holidays so Mistress Cruella's '12 Days of Fist-mas' were very popular.

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In the future the Catholicism will be replaced by the Church of Rocky Horror because most people will find it a lot less gay.

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Norman Glass always tried to date girls that were way out of his league but he never through of them as beyond the norm.

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One member of the super-team was Girl-Lizard, she had the power to turn into a reptile but mostly found herself on monitor duty.

THE BLOOD SPRAYER takes a second looks at the movie LAKE MUNGO (and you should too!)


Luckily I did, and if anything this second viewing has made me want to shout even louder that people need to see this. For a film about a girl who drowned, I find it quite fitting that for the majority of the film I find that I am often holding my breath without realizing it. This is odd considering Lake Mungo is shot documentary style without the usual horror movie conventions keeping the fear afloat. But what makes it so immensely terrifying that it causes me to turn on the lights and remind myself to breathe? This effect I think has largely to do with the themes and the realizations explored and developed as the film proceeds. There’s something so real and terrifying about what is enfolding on the screen that it chills me to the core and leaves me feeling shaky and uneasy. Lake Mungo is one of the few films that accomplish this without killing real animals and forcing its viewers to witness people getting tortured and raped...


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