Articles
written by M. Christian
"Tell me, what was 15 feet high, moved at 35 miles-per-hour, and killed 21 people in 1919?"
"I don't know, Mr. Bones, what WAS 16 feet high, moved at 35 miles-per-hour, and killed 21 people in 1919?"
"Well, before I tell ya, I'm going to first have to tell you about the sweet brown liquor called rum." More...
written by M. Christian
The setting is fine and lavish: a stately home, the furnishings of fine lineage. Exquisite china, polished silver, an excellent cellar -- the perfect elements for an extravagant dining experience. Your hosts, the father and -- later -- the son, are the most perfect of hosts: witty, urbane, educated, they tantalize and enthrall with rejoinder and anecdote. More...
written by Thomas Roche
Or: Music to Fuck to, Andante
It's no surprise that a person using the moniker Necrophillia Guy has, um, esoteric tastes, or "special needs" as they are sometimes called. My taste in tunes, as in most other things, leans toward the macabre. No big shock there either, I suppose. After all, how appropriate would it be to set the stage for a necrophilliac encounter by playing Barry Manilow or Bad Company at top volume? More...