I can read a lot of this strange shit that bizarro dishes out, but children mutilation I believe is my limit. When it becomes the main focus.This tale by founder of bizarro "My favorite genre" Mr. Carlton Mellrick. Takes us over to Candyland of the cannibals. Not a roll of the dice for the youngs...
Absurd philosophies, dark surrealism, and the end of the human race . . . God hates you. All of you. He closed the gates of Heaven and wants you to rot on Earth forever. Not only that, he is repossesing your souls and feeding them to a large vagina-like machine called the Walm - an interdimension...
For Matthew Fry, inventor of the 'Sly Guy' haircut, life at the North Pole just isn't what he expected. The elves are way too obsessed with playing Dungeons and Dragons, Frosty has a Hitler mustache made of coal, the reindeer have a tendency of exploding for no apparent reason, and Santa is a pir...
It's difficult to love a woman whose vagina is a gateway to the world of the dead.Steve is madly in love with his eccentric girlfriend, Stacy. Unfortunately, their sex life has been suffering as of late, because Steve is worried about the odd noises that have been coming from Stacy's pubic region...
A multi-gendered screwing toy is purchased by a razor dominatrix and brought into her nightmarish lifestyle of derranged sex and mutilation.
He had called 911 and they said that for- est rangers would be there shortly. He asked if they could send in a rescue chopper, but they said that the forest rangers will be able to get there sooner. By the tone of her voice, the operator didn’t sound very optimistic about Stephanie’s chances. She...
They cross a rail yard in the industrial side of the city, ducking through overturned train cars rusted into the earth. Normally merc punks would never travel through zombie territory at night, but the mercs don’t have time to stop for rest. They have to accomplish their mission and get to the he...
His face slides down the counter and lands in the orange-haired teller’s lap as she cowers under her work station. When Johnny looks up, he sees all of the hostages making a run for the exit. Sailboat picks up his shotgun with his good arm and staggers toward the duffel bag of cash. Miss Doomsday...
She wasn’t as aggressive as the other dancers, so she never got to work the peak hours. She wasn’t much of a night person anyway and usually went to sleep around nine or ten like some kind of child or an old lady. Bingo thought it was kind of cute, but it meant he didn’t get to see her very much ...