***A guest blog by Ben the Rat***
Though
the relishing of Flesh has been found to be quite Delightful to my
Taste buds, this can only be noted of that which is not of the human
variety. Biting into a sack of mancake and making a mess of the shredded
fatty tissue only seems to allow the stench of Cataclysm in their
bloodstream to hit the air and Produce an aroma that has proven to be
quite repulsive in nature. It makes everything smell like Death. Besides, I
abhor the way human swine tastes upon my tongue.
The only part of a human body that I have ever found to be quite tasty is the Toe nails. The
Rat Chips. I blogged about them before. Delectable snacks these are. This
is largely due to all the impurities of the human conscious being unable
to corrupt these shards that clip into the feet of you Death Machines.
For
the most part,Rats have no issue with eating humans. The taste of the
brawny beef bologne doesn't seem to affect the central nervous systems
of the average vermin gourmet. I just happen to think that humans taste
an awful lot like shit and even though i have waded in the brown river
from time to time, I shall never drink from it.
Rats
can ingest any type of Filth that you can conjure up in your wildest
Buffet plate of an imagination. Not harboring a taste for human flesh is
only a matter of choice, as opposed to a health concern. We're Rats,
remember? Health concern is a contradiction in terms of what it means to
behold the label of Vermin.
I
have no qualms about bones though.Gnawing on them. Using them for
practical purposes. You name it. There is nothing quite as tenderizing as
sucking a sloppy bone dry of the juices and tissue that cling to it
after being extracted from a body cavity or appendage auxiliary.The love
of such a thing is what caused me to have my first and last taste of
human skin. A meal that I would regret whole heartedly afterwards.
Once,
I was in an older apartment building in New York rummaging around
looking for a hot female rat to screw-I was quite horny. I was scurrying
behind the walls trying to keep my little pink toothpick tamed behind
it’s furry wrap, when I heard a perplexing noise coming from one of the
apartments on the other side of the wall.
There
were some sounds mixed in that were all too familiar of human moaning
and panting as I always hear when I run afoul of some of your disgusting
sweaty human mating rituals…. but in addition to that I heard something
that sounded kind of like knives being sharpened… a grinding sound… like
when you slowly rub two sharp objects together. I thought, wow, human
mating going on but with knives involved?? Sounds kinky as hell. I was
more than curious to venture my way closer to the scene.
As
I quietly found my way through a hole that brought me closer to the
action, I was shocked to discover what was happening. It was two stick
figures..... anorexic humans.... having sex.
As
they moved in sickly unison in the throes of a feeble attempt at bliss,
their bones were grinding together making that slicing and clapping
sound. How fucking strange. They really did look like a moving pile of
sticks! The woman’s skin looked so thin. All wrinkled and sinewy.
I
instantly found that my Rat-erection had suddenly given forth into my
stomach growling.The sound and vision of bone upon bone had made me out
of my Rat head with excitement and as well churned my body with hunger
pains. To my dismay I was actually craving for that thin skin. I was imagining
what it would taste like to slurp the slivers of thin flesh down my
throat and to grind my teeth against those sharp human bones. To suck
those tasty veins between my lips like spaghetti, while the warm blood
squirted out in front of me so that I can lap it up enjoyably off of the
floor after-wards (along with any other dirt and grime particles that
may be on the floor at the time that would add a delicious crunchiness
to the plasma).
I was in luck because as I waited and watched their disgusting attempt
to please each other, these two (man-o-rexia and anorexia) screwed
themselves to death. Literally these two objects of nourishment were
handed to me on a rat-a-platter! They were so bony looking that I guess
they seemed pretty close to being dead already when they started to
screw anyway, so it didn't take much to finish them off.
I beckoned to some of my cousins and friends to come and enjoy my
find. So I began to dismantle the banquet while I awaited their arrival.
I started at the head and pulled out all of the woman’s blond hair and set it aside to use in my Rat nest.
Her scraggly ass mane would make an excellent spread for me to lay out on and stroke myself when I'm feeling crazy horny.
Then I stuck my nail under the right eyeball which was blue by the way,
and popped it out… what a nice sound it made…….. a nice wet PLOP!
The
eye had a milky film covering it and I licked around the edges of the
ball and it sent shivers up my furry little legs. I damn near had an
orgasm from the tangy flavoring of the headlight juice. I did the same to
the other eye and then rolled them aside. The eyeballs would make
comfortable additions to my new Rat pad.
Then I sliced around the forehead with my sharp right tooth and peeled
back the facial skin, which glided back with little effort because of
the lack of any sticky facial fat. What a site to see. A face with no
skin… very delightful indeed! The skeletal display looked kind of like
that Joan Rivers lady I had seen once in downtown Hollywood.
I
slurped all the sappy pink extract from the framework and found myself
shuddering from the luscious taste of nearly dried out flesh. It was bit
chomping good. I was in awe of the kick that the fleshy bitterness gave
me as I slurped down each bit of yummy goodness.
Then I moved down to the torso, which I figured would be like sinking
my teeth into the sole of a twisted sandle, only tastier. My main interest
was the skin on the stomach. It
was pulled so taut over the rib cage and looked quite delicious! I sunk
my teeth into the corpses gut and stripped the skin off and sucked the
large shredded ribbon of flesh right down into my throat. I gagged and
let loose a coughing fit from catching a mouthful of cobwebs and dust
that had apparently been the contents of the girls stomach.
With a pint-sized gulp of plasma, I had quenched that dryness in my throat from consuming the dusty hint of flavoring. Then I moved down to the extremely bony knee where I licked it intently
first, then removing the skin, and with all of my strength popped out
the kneecap. A fragment of bone snapped off and shot across the room,
impaling itself into the wall. The remainder of the kneecap was brittle, but I gnawed on it to sharpen
my teeth. The Gnawing of bones does make for some keen-edged choppers.
I then moved down to the feet…….DAMN the toenails were painted!!! Silly Bitches. I had no intention of eating a fruit flavored Rat chip. That would just be disgusting.
Just at that moment the hoard of other Rats arrived to enjoy the picked over scrawny feast. I
stepped away as the Army of furry Filth descended upon the leftover
Bone heavy Buffet. I was beginning to feel bloated and a little light
headed and I had to lay down for a minute to collect myself.
Before
I could set my body downward on its own accord, I dropped to the floor
in a spell of dizzying agitation. I felt a rumbling within me, and it was
at this very moment that I knew something was dreadfully
inappropriate. I had started to panic in my vertigo towards the
floorboards, but here I lay incapacitated in a near state of bewildered
frenzy.
What
had I done? I had eaten human flesh. Something that had, up until this
very moment, completely repulsed me even in the mildest deliberation of
the act. Why did I do this? I had been overtaken by an unhealthy mixture
of being hungry and horny and I lost myself in a moment of delirium.
The floor that I rest upon felt light underneath my body. I began to
shudder from the convulsions and revulsion that overpowered me, and in a
split second of most extreme discomfort my insides expelled their
contents from every orifice. Putrid Rat sludge spilled forth
uncontrollably from my anus and sprayed all over the wall and
floorboards behind me. At the same moment I was vomiting a brew churned
with bile that would nearly solidify itself from the bits of bone matter
that were mixed within.
Rats do not get sick. Vomiting and diarrhea are only things that we
laugh about because they seem to upend and inconvenience humans and cats
on occasion. Yet here I was spewing forth a geyser of each extremity
from opposite ends of the spectrum, out of both mouth and rectum.
The room became silent and void of the slobbering that had been a
feeding frenzy, as all of my Rat pals looked up from their feast and
gazed in awe. The entire side of the room that I was on had been
decorated with gooey spew. Everywhere you looked was a splashing of vomit
or dung. I had made quite a mess.
The moment hung calmly from the tree of incidence and seemed to last
forever as all the Rats gazed in splendor at their sickly comrade, and
in a unified expression of hilarity they all went
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
before diving right back in to their snacking.
Most
rats actually like the taste of a hominal dumpling. Not me though. Never
again. We're all afforded one moment of weakness and with such moments
often come lessons well learned. I would never again taint my digestive
tract with the malodorous spoils of the abomination that is humanoid
meat pies. In fact, I had thought deeply at that very moment as I stuck
to the floor in my own juices about becoming a vegeratian all together.
That was a long time ago. I never stopped being the rabid carnivore that
I have always been. Certain meats can be damn tasty. Human is not one of
them though. Someone once said "HUMAN = SHIT." I can say from firsthand
experience that I have found this to be a most accurate affirmation.
*****Blog reposted from Bentherat blog page. Original post date 9/6/2010*****
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
LITTLE BIT OF DAY-VIL WHOLE LOTTA BABY
I love going back in time to the 60's and 70's and revisiting, or even discovering, classic early efforts of the horror genre. This period was certainly the most satisfying and influential of horror cinema for me.
Psycho. Rosemary's baby. The Exorcist. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The Omen. All of these classics are undeniably essential viewing for all real horror fans. In the footsteps of any terrifying movie experience that gets it right will come the slew of knock-offs, that despite lacking originality or sometimes even coherence, can still certainly be considered quite entertaining on questionable (to the average film fan) merits of their own. In the spirit of bad film fun the 60's and 70's were second to none as well.
One such film that has garnered a reputation for being one of those so horrid that it's worth suffering through because its so horridly entertaining in all the wrong ways is the 1975 thriller The Devil Within Her.
I remember seeing this one advertised on the television when I was but a bitty hellion, and it always looked interesting enough to me. Sadly, I would miss this film in its theatrical run. Over the years it has floated around under a multitude of different titles, including Sharon's baby and I don't want to be born. Another film that myself and Filthy Regan blogged about, Beyond the door, is actually also known as The Devil Within Her. Are you confused yet?
The thing that always made this particular film stick out in my mind was that it stars Joan Collins, not exactly a traditional scream queen.
I had been under the impression that I rented this many years ago on VHS. But, the story didn't really stick out in my head and since it has been rather an elusive find all this time, I have been unable to check into it any further.
If you are a horror fan and you love seeking out obscure films, many of these gems that have never received a proper digital release have been streaming over on Netflix instant. When I saw that this legendary piece of cinematic dung was stinking up the place, I immediately added it to my queue and decided to give it a sniff. Cinematic dung is right, but that is not necessarily a bad thing altogether. All the hype that I had heard about The Devil Within Her was absolutely right on the money. This movie is completely, if unintentionally, hilarious. A tad on the slow side, as it is fairly uneventful, this movie certainly is still worth a look if you are looking to be entertained for an hour and a half.
Stinks like a turd, yes.... but what a turd indeed. There is a whole lot of shitty fun to be had for even the most discriminating fan of 70's era crappy cinema. Plenty of silly dialogue and overdone performances highlight this tale of possession that will have you scratching your head in confusion, all the while laughing your ass off.
The film begins with Joan Collins in labor and right away the doctor, played by the always wonderful Donald Pleasence, has made the determination that the baby does not wish to be born. The fun begins right away when the little beastly bundle of baby takes to biting and scratching people. Next thing you know he punches a guy in the nose, who may or may not be the actual dad and pushes an old lady in the river. All the happenings that involve the baby either take place off screen or are reduced to being obscured, such as a hand from behind that is witnessed pushing the old lady in the river or seen dunking the nannies head in the bathtub.
Another dude who may or may not be the father, and also happens to be the husband of Joan, calls in reinforcements from his sister, who is in fact a real sister.
Sister crazy lady and Joan Collins immediately decide that the child is possessed by the devil. For extra added effect, this sentiment is repeated endlessly and enunciated by the crazy nun lady as "possessed by the day-vill". This line just never gets old, and I found myself jumping up and down for joy each time the crazy nun lady uttered it. Okay, maybe not.... but, it was a whole lot of fun and did give me a chuckle. I could see this being turned into one hell of a lot of fun drinking game. Every time she says it.... drink. Then laugh. Then drink again just because. Pretty fun, eh?
Joan Collins can not take the fact that junior is growing at such an alarmingly rate..... as babies go, I must say that this one looked like a baby to me.... but for the sake of the title and our entertainment this child simply must be possessed by the devil, right? Oh, wait a minute.... THE DAY-VILL. I mean, babies don't scratch or bite people do they? What about pushing old ladies in the river? I didn't think so.
Collins decides to do her research and it is revealed that she had an affair with her boss, a sleazy guy who runs a strip club. The affair was consumated when Collins spurned the advances of an evil midget named Hercules, who then informed her through screaming that she would in fact have a baby and it would in fact be possessed by the devil. Man, that little guy sure does know his shit.
Basically a Rosemary's Baby rip-off with a side of The Exorcist, minus the pea soup, what The Devil Within Her fails to deliver in shocks and terror it more than makes up for in belly laughs. If you enjoy movies with babies, there is a whole lot of shots of the baby too. The special effects take primitive to all new heights and depths. Think shots of people with bite marks or scratches.... then.... lots of shots of the baby just laying in the crib, looking around. This formula is the virtual beginning and end of the not so-special effects here. For gore fans, there is a nice decapitation and a fairly decent enough stabbing scene, all near the end though, so be patient.
There is an exorcism, but the scene will more so have you befuddled than squirming in your seat from fright. Once again, think.... lots of shit flying around the room.... then, a shot of the baby in the crib, looking around..... lather, fly around the room, rinse, repeat, and so on and so forth until some more of this kind of shit happens again in the films efforts to keep your attention.
I'm not sure exactly where the devil thing comes in. The baby appears to be possessed by the evil midget. Not entirely sure about all of this either, but the midget was a lot of fun in his brief screen time and, as I said before, the movie does provide a whole lot of laughs. Unintentional, all the way, but laughs are to be had.
The movie tries way too hard to be serious, and therein lies the silliness factor. But, if you enjoy lots of close ups of a baby laying in a crib and looking around, you shall be in baby heaven. If you enjoy crazy midgets, as do I and Filthy Regan enormously, the Hercules character is a doozy. He made the film for me.
The Devil Within Her is not exactly going to change your life or anything, but if you are looking for laughs a plenty and can put up with the slow pace of the film, this is certainly worth a look. It's also got one of those great porno sounding soundtracks that 70's era cinema is so well known for. Legendary scream queen Caroline Munro also shows up in a few scenes, although her talents are completely wasted.
Though far from being a good film by any standards, this movie is entertaining and should please fans of awesome midgets, babies, and funny shit.
Psycho. Rosemary's baby. The Exorcist. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The Omen. All of these classics are undeniably essential viewing for all real horror fans. In the footsteps of any terrifying movie experience that gets it right will come the slew of knock-offs, that despite lacking originality or sometimes even coherence, can still certainly be considered quite entertaining on questionable (to the average film fan) merits of their own. In the spirit of bad film fun the 60's and 70's were second to none as well.
One such film that has garnered a reputation for being one of those so horrid that it's worth suffering through because its so horridly entertaining in all the wrong ways is the 1975 thriller The Devil Within Her.
I remember seeing this one advertised on the television when I was but a bitty hellion, and it always looked interesting enough to me. Sadly, I would miss this film in its theatrical run. Over the years it has floated around under a multitude of different titles, including Sharon's baby and I don't want to be born. Another film that myself and Filthy Regan blogged about, Beyond the door, is actually also known as The Devil Within Her. Are you confused yet?
The thing that always made this particular film stick out in my mind was that it stars Joan Collins, not exactly a traditional scream queen.
I had been under the impression that I rented this many years ago on VHS. But, the story didn't really stick out in my head and since it has been rather an elusive find all this time, I have been unable to check into it any further.
If you are a horror fan and you love seeking out obscure films, many of these gems that have never received a proper digital release have been streaming over on Netflix instant. When I saw that this legendary piece of cinematic dung was stinking up the place, I immediately added it to my queue and decided to give it a sniff. Cinematic dung is right, but that is not necessarily a bad thing altogether. All the hype that I had heard about The Devil Within Her was absolutely right on the money. This movie is completely, if unintentionally, hilarious. A tad on the slow side, as it is fairly uneventful, this movie certainly is still worth a look if you are looking to be entertained for an hour and a half.
Stinks like a turd, yes.... but what a turd indeed. There is a whole lot of shitty fun to be had for even the most discriminating fan of 70's era crappy cinema. Plenty of silly dialogue and overdone performances highlight this tale of possession that will have you scratching your head in confusion, all the while laughing your ass off.
The film begins with Joan Collins in labor and right away the doctor, played by the always wonderful Donald Pleasence, has made the determination that the baby does not wish to be born. The fun begins right away when the little beastly bundle of baby takes to biting and scratching people. Next thing you know he punches a guy in the nose, who may or may not be the actual dad and pushes an old lady in the river. All the happenings that involve the baby either take place off screen or are reduced to being obscured, such as a hand from behind that is witnessed pushing the old lady in the river or seen dunking the nannies head in the bathtub.
Another dude who may or may not be the father, and also happens to be the husband of Joan, calls in reinforcements from his sister, who is in fact a real sister.
Sister crazy lady and Joan Collins immediately decide that the child is possessed by the devil. For extra added effect, this sentiment is repeated endlessly and enunciated by the crazy nun lady as "possessed by the day-vill". This line just never gets old, and I found myself jumping up and down for joy each time the crazy nun lady uttered it. Okay, maybe not.... but, it was a whole lot of fun and did give me a chuckle. I could see this being turned into one hell of a lot of fun drinking game. Every time she says it.... drink. Then laugh. Then drink again just because. Pretty fun, eh?
Joan Collins can not take the fact that junior is growing at such an alarmingly rate..... as babies go, I must say that this one looked like a baby to me.... but for the sake of the title and our entertainment this child simply must be possessed by the devil, right? Oh, wait a minute.... THE DAY-VILL. I mean, babies don't scratch or bite people do they? What about pushing old ladies in the river? I didn't think so.
Collins decides to do her research and it is revealed that she had an affair with her boss, a sleazy guy who runs a strip club. The affair was consumated when Collins spurned the advances of an evil midget named Hercules, who then informed her through screaming that she would in fact have a baby and it would in fact be possessed by the devil. Man, that little guy sure does know his shit.
Basically a Rosemary's Baby rip-off with a side of The Exorcist, minus the pea soup, what The Devil Within Her fails to deliver in shocks and terror it more than makes up for in belly laughs. If you enjoy movies with babies, there is a whole lot of shots of the baby too. The special effects take primitive to all new heights and depths. Think shots of people with bite marks or scratches.... then.... lots of shots of the baby just laying in the crib, looking around. This formula is the virtual beginning and end of the not so-special effects here. For gore fans, there is a nice decapitation and a fairly decent enough stabbing scene, all near the end though, so be patient.
There is an exorcism, but the scene will more so have you befuddled than squirming in your seat from fright. Once again, think.... lots of shit flying around the room.... then, a shot of the baby in the crib, looking around..... lather, fly around the room, rinse, repeat, and so on and so forth until some more of this kind of shit happens again in the films efforts to keep your attention.
I'm not sure exactly where the devil thing comes in. The baby appears to be possessed by the evil midget. Not entirely sure about all of this either, but the midget was a lot of fun in his brief screen time and, as I said before, the movie does provide a whole lot of laughs. Unintentional, all the way, but laughs are to be had.
The movie tries way too hard to be serious, and therein lies the silliness factor. But, if you enjoy lots of close ups of a baby laying in a crib and looking around, you shall be in baby heaven. If you enjoy crazy midgets, as do I and Filthy Regan enormously, the Hercules character is a doozy. He made the film for me.
The Devil Within Her is not exactly going to change your life or anything, but if you are looking for laughs a plenty and can put up with the slow pace of the film, this is certainly worth a look. It's also got one of those great porno sounding soundtracks that 70's era cinema is so well known for. Legendary scream queen Caroline Munro also shows up in a few scenes, although her talents are completely wasted.
Though far from being a good film by any standards, this movie is entertaining and should please fans of awesome midgets, babies, and funny shit.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Coulrophobia
Recently my love Manitou made a brief mention of a movie Killer Klowns from Outer Space
in one of his blogs. This movie holds a special place in my vile heart,
so I thought I’d give it some special attention. There are a lot of
people out there that have a particular fear of clowns. I do not hold
any fear of clowns at all, I mean hey, I am Regan after all and I have
the ultimate evil inside me so nothing scares me. In my younger days I
had a friend that had a very high anxiety about clowns, so this movie
was really horrifying to her when to others it would only be a spoof
kind of horror movie and pretty hilarious. I think this movie truly
delivers on the entertainment scale…it is a bit cheesy but good
nonetheless. There are:
Freaky killer clowns
Circus tent spaceship
Killer popcorn shooting guns
Cotton candy people cocoons
Vicious balloon animals
Killer puppet show
Killer pizza delivery
Human ventriloquist act
Acid pie throwing
There aren’t very many clown horror movies but I’ll mention a few more to add to your list. I have not seen them all so can’t say whether they are all good or not.
Final Draft – never seen
It - I have seen this and I highly recommend it!
Yup, that’s Tim Curry in there
Fear Of Clowns – never seen
S.I.C.K. Serial Insane Clown Killer - Never seen
Originally posted on
Signed,
Filthy Regan
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Psychedelic Boat Trip = Horror?
Hey
it’s Regan here- Feeling a little mellow today if you can believe that.
My mom is on one of here acting projects so I have no one to torment.
And Manitou is napping under the bed. This blog is supposed to only be
about horror stuff but I was thinking recently that children’s horror
would fall into that category too, I guess, so I thought I would try to
get other opinions on this scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate
Factory from 1971. Would you consider this scene to be horror? When I
was younger and not possessed yet this scene really scared the living
hell out of me before I had the hell in me, if that makes any sense
whatsoever. Pay close attention to the images that appear in the tunnel-
it’s enough to scare any little kid, I think, or maybe even some wimpy
adults. Give me your opinions on it. I demand that every person who
reads this to leave a comment or I will have my demonic legion hunt you
down! Thank you (my mom always taught me to say that after making
demands).
Signed,
Filthy Regan
Filthy Regan
Originally Posted on
Not Disgustingly Elegant
Hey
everyone- It’s Regan here. My mom just got done chasing me around
because she wanted to wash my dirty nightgown - hell no!! Can you
imagine me in a clean nightgown? I threw a dresser drawer at her and did
the usual floating act and she ran away screaming and crying; it works
every time. Anyway, I wanted to clear the air on something - the movie
that was made about me called the Exorcist contained a scene in the
re-released version that actually NEVER happened. I would never make an
entry down the stairs like this. I mean I usually try to be as disgustingly elegant
as possible, and really, this is a far demons cry from that! Have a
look and remember this is just a scene that was added in by the movie
cats that wanted to make some more money off of my story upon releasing
it again. There are a few other things that are untrue as well, but I
won’t get into it here…
The first two videos are absurd I know, but this one actually makes more sense than they do.
Signed,
Filthy Regan
Filthy Regan
Originally Posted on
Worm Eyed Zombie Gurgle Decapitation
So humans out there of the non-possessed nature, please do tell me what you think of this scene if you dare! I apologize for the poor video quality…my video equipment is from the 70’s.
Signed,
Filthy Regan
Filthy Regan
Original Post Date:
RAT FICTION
The
colors currently divided themselves somewhere around 60/40. Darkness
was winning the match over light. Never the less the rat was awake to
witness the pale ends stragulation by blackened hands. It was closer to
70/30 now and ever changing as the creatures tiny feet carried it onward
into some sort of abyss. Questions like what and where found themselves
overtaken by a putrescence that tickled Ben the rat's nostrils with the
charm akin to freshly baked pie smell to a hungry child.
Must keep going his feet seemed to be telling him. Onward bound and forward march. Straight into the bung of where the stench originated itself. With each step came darkness in greater quantities. In only a few moments came an unwelcomed journies end. This sucks thought the rat with exclamation as it bumped it's nose into a spongy wall. Where am I supposed to go now? His thoughts continued.
A most pleasing aroma caused flickering of the tongue and a taste sensation bringing forth query. Hmm. Now wait a minute. What is this? Thought the rat named Ben. The wall was coated with residue and emitted a most succulently foul taste. With no choice but to continue onward through the darkness Ben the rat sunk his teeth into the wall and was overjoyed to discover such chewy goodness. Each bite produced a sort of rocking about but through the advantage of razor sharp fangs Ben was able to cling to the tissue of the wall and remain stationary. As the rocking intensified so would Ben's chewing speed and with several deep nips and gouges he found himself in another sort of tunnel gazing at blips of light only a few mere steps away.
Ben tried to race towards the blips of light but his feet became lodged in some sort of gooey substance. From the substance arose a stench that was curiously strong but far from the pleasant sweetness that had once been at the wall before his teeth tore a hole through it. As Ben examined the mess that trapped his feet in place the shadows upon him increased and this caused him to look up. He was there greeted by what best resembled a zeppelin. Only this was no zeppelin for it was far from led made. Some kind of flesh he thought. It's underside boasted rods of purple coated lightning and blushing red tissue sponges.
As Ben tried to scramble from the path of this enormous invader he realized there was nowhere left to run with exception of where he had been. This was by no means pleasing and he slashed at the great beast with his claws and found himself drenched in gobs of thickened salt flavored raindrops. With the giant monster throbbing inside of the cavern it seemed wedged within the walls that were now shrinking from the tightening of muscles. Ben raged furiously through the gushing of fluid clawing and shredding with all of his might. With his feet still suctioned to the flooring he felt as if he were drowning in an ocean made from the down pouring flood.
The darkened room began to spin out of control and with Ben upended he then landed with a thud and his feet thus releasing themselves from their crusted trapping. Dizziness corroded his head with snatches of light and swirling aromas that were putrid in both good and not so good ways. Though for a moment he thought he was free he now realized that his fur had become crusted with whatever had drenched him from the un-ledded once throbbing not a zeppelin beast. As he lay with his back and side stuck onto what may or may not have been the floor again he realized that being a rat sucked sometimes. But he wouldn't have it any other way because a filthy vermin was the only way to be.
Outside of the tunnel where Ben was now trapped a man cried tears of agony and clutched at his groin. Though he used to be a porno king he was now demoted uncomfortably to the role of soprano singing peasant. The director of the film they were making that was going to be called "Rat's day in paradise" came running over. He looked at his two stars and scratched his chin.
Traci lords had once been crowned goddess of goo by eager fuck fans who slobbered joy at her decision to become an underaged sperm receptiple for the vilest sake of art. Now as she lay screaming in a pool of her own gore with her anal walls chewed straight through to her coochie oven she hovered painfully somewhere over shock and death. The stunt had gone wrong and though an ambulance was on it's way she would never work in this town again. Meanwhile John Holmes nursed the gashes on his massive shlong and silently blessed the plastic surgery gods.
*****Blog reposted from Bentherat blog page. Original post date 2/12/2012*****
Must keep going his feet seemed to be telling him. Onward bound and forward march. Straight into the bung of where the stench originated itself. With each step came darkness in greater quantities. In only a few moments came an unwelcomed journies end. This sucks thought the rat with exclamation as it bumped it's nose into a spongy wall. Where am I supposed to go now? His thoughts continued.
A most pleasing aroma caused flickering of the tongue and a taste sensation bringing forth query. Hmm. Now wait a minute. What is this? Thought the rat named Ben. The wall was coated with residue and emitted a most succulently foul taste. With no choice but to continue onward through the darkness Ben the rat sunk his teeth into the wall and was overjoyed to discover such chewy goodness. Each bite produced a sort of rocking about but through the advantage of razor sharp fangs Ben was able to cling to the tissue of the wall and remain stationary. As the rocking intensified so would Ben's chewing speed and with several deep nips and gouges he found himself in another sort of tunnel gazing at blips of light only a few mere steps away.
Ben tried to race towards the blips of light but his feet became lodged in some sort of gooey substance. From the substance arose a stench that was curiously strong but far from the pleasant sweetness that had once been at the wall before his teeth tore a hole through it. As Ben examined the mess that trapped his feet in place the shadows upon him increased and this caused him to look up. He was there greeted by what best resembled a zeppelin. Only this was no zeppelin for it was far from led made. Some kind of flesh he thought. It's underside boasted rods of purple coated lightning and blushing red tissue sponges.
As Ben tried to scramble from the path of this enormous invader he realized there was nowhere left to run with exception of where he had been. This was by no means pleasing and he slashed at the great beast with his claws and found himself drenched in gobs of thickened salt flavored raindrops. With the giant monster throbbing inside of the cavern it seemed wedged within the walls that were now shrinking from the tightening of muscles. Ben raged furiously through the gushing of fluid clawing and shredding with all of his might. With his feet still suctioned to the flooring he felt as if he were drowning in an ocean made from the down pouring flood.
The darkened room began to spin out of control and with Ben upended he then landed with a thud and his feet thus releasing themselves from their crusted trapping. Dizziness corroded his head with snatches of light and swirling aromas that were putrid in both good and not so good ways. Though for a moment he thought he was free he now realized that his fur had become crusted with whatever had drenched him from the un-ledded once throbbing not a zeppelin beast. As he lay with his back and side stuck onto what may or may not have been the floor again he realized that being a rat sucked sometimes. But he wouldn't have it any other way because a filthy vermin was the only way to be.
Outside of the tunnel where Ben was now trapped a man cried tears of agony and clutched at his groin. Though he used to be a porno king he was now demoted uncomfortably to the role of soprano singing peasant. The director of the film they were making that was going to be called "Rat's day in paradise" came running over. He looked at his two stars and scratched his chin.
Traci lords had once been crowned goddess of goo by eager fuck fans who slobbered joy at her decision to become an underaged sperm receptiple for the vilest sake of art. Now as she lay screaming in a pool of her own gore with her anal walls chewed straight through to her coochie oven she hovered painfully somewhere over shock and death. The stunt had gone wrong and though an ambulance was on it's way she would never work in this town again. Meanwhile John Holmes nursed the gashes on his massive shlong and silently blessed the plastic surgery gods.
*****Blog reposted from Bentherat blog page. Original post date 2/12/2012*****
HALLOWEEN IN COLDHEART CANYON
Burial-
Cold Heart Canyon-
the spot.
All Hallows Eve-
unearthed-
no longer left to rot.
The bodies, once still, are clawing their way up to the frosty air.
The flesh of the tortured, by a man named Glen-
some whole and others bones of bare.
Last off the rack-
leader of the pack-
a woman once Karen-
now bringer of the Black.
The wind hits her throat-
but, she stays warm in her maggot coat.
The victims – 13-
making their way to the den of death.
Halls once ringing with their screams-
now housing his frozen breath.
Buried with time-
forever in crust-
gashes to gashes-
dust to dust.
As twilight sips the juices of fright-
there are tricks and treats to others delight.
The coming of dawn brings vengeance infest-
as now these dead are laid to rest.
* A Halloween Poem by Manitou & Filthy Regan
(with the artwork of Clive Barker)
written and posted at the original Deadbydawn blog page on 10/31/11
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