Monthly Archives: August 2018

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BLAST OFF AND SO LONG, SUCKERS!!!

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Eulogy :

By The Dark Lord, Richard Godwin –

“Jason Michel is a visionary, make no mistake, just riffle through the pages of PMM and see.

He is also a heretic and for good reasons.

This is the age of entropy.

This magazine has existed for a reason and it also fades for another event.

Read on, write one.”

PULP METAL IS DEAD, LONG LIVE PULP METAL!

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THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 1… CHINA WHITE IN MASHPEE by Richard Godwin

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WORK.

Elixirs come in many forms, I have found, but there are none as good as a well-executed job. Work: I am tired of all the Murphy Artists, con men lining up on the puke stained sidewalks, all the traders, all the fucking dealers. One thing, just let me make one thing clear. I don’t to scut work. My line is a little different.

Shot my first one aged fifteen, some fat fuck who’d pissed some guys off and they asked me for a dare. Right I’m a button man.   Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 1… CHINA WHITE IN MASHPEE by Richard Godwin →

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THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 2… Because The Night by Paul D. Brazill

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Mark Finney’s footsteps echoed as he walked across the rusty, metal railway bridge. A steely fog was spreading itself across the town and he could no longer see the trains creeping slowly below him. He walked carefully down the steps and paused at the bottom. Smudges of streetlamps trailed off into the distance down Lothian Road. Finney headed off along the cobbled street, past the rows of partially demolished terraced houses that looked like broken teeth.   Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 2… Because The Night by Paul D. Brazill →

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THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 3… HUNTERS By Jeff Dosser

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The only truly positive thing you can say about zombies is they’re terrible at hiding, particularly in the woods, constantly thrashing through the underbrush, stomping through leaves. Then, of course, there’s the continual moaning, especially when they smell living flesh. Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 3… HUNTERS By Jeff Dosser →