All posts by Jason Michel

The Dictator and Grand Poobah over at the irreverent PULP METAL MAGAZINE, Jason Michel has been turned on, tripped up and stumbled over all around the world on a self imposed exile. He is a hack purveyor of penny dreadfuls and flash nightmares of daytime who now lives in France. For his sins.

The Ancient Chinese Grindcore Torture by Joshua Dobson

A twenty-one year old blind girl was kidnapped outside the Philomathion by person or persons unknown. She was Continue reading The Ancient Chinese Grindcore Torture by Joshua Dobson

Mismatch by Charlie Coleman

It started out simply enough. They had been linked by friends who thought that they would be compatible. Whether they realized it or not the compatibility factor had been relinquished up to chance, a tough chance at that. E-mail addresses had been traded like spies in the night. This is where we pick them up, via e-mail of course.

“OK, Jeff, you’re first, tell me about your last three girlfriends. Why didn’t they take?”

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The Ash, The Embers by Doc O’Donnell

My heart must have replaced my brain for all that fills my head is a dull thump. It swells in and out, rattling inside my skull. I string threads of minute details together. They unravel, leaving me with nothing but a ribbon of memory dancing through blackness and the scent of ash.

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Tuna Fish Special by Perry Nardone

    Angie and Figa, my hated siblings had front row seats as I was marched to the kitchen sink. My father, fat Remi held my arm securely as he led his cow to slaughter. He poured a long glass of water and set it upon the counter. He opened the plastic bottle of Bayer aspirin and set two down. He then Continue reading Tuna Fish Special by Perry Nardone

A Beautiful Song, Just Beautiful… by William J Fedigan

Michael says he sings to cancer, says cancer sings to him.

Michael says cancer is a woman. Michael says she loves him, says he loves her.

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Death Takes A Snow Day by Cindy Rosmus

“Yeah!” they all cheered, as Hank stumbled in Bar 13.

In a snowstorm like this, only the diehards came out. Tina had just three customers since 3 P.M.: twitchy Speed; Ringo, the bald biker; and Carolyn the crack whore. And now Hank.

“The more the merrier,” Tina said.

And meant it. She was sick of these clowns. Hank was the nicest of all her regulars.

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In A Lonely Place by Pete Risley

A fierce swelling on her forehead, where the squat and grinning man had struck her, throbbed with pain. The hood of the trunk pressed hard against her upward left side, and her hands were bound cruelly tight behind her. Her eyes were open, but the darkness was total. Facing the torturous end of everything, she was alone, more so than ever. Within her Continue reading In A Lonely Place by Pete Risley

Noise Complaints by Connor de Bruler

The man in the adjacent apartment used to listen to sitcoms all night long. The noise pollution of weak storylines and canned laughter bled through the prefabricated walls like noxious gas into a death chamber. I didn’t sleep for days. I have always suffered from severe insomnia. The tenant’s name was Pharat and he was from Istanbul. I knocked on his Continue reading Noise Complaints by Connor de Bruler

The Ultimate I.D. by Fiona Glass

Shirley was nagging again. Yip-yip-yip, on and on like an irritating little bird that never stopped chipping and cheeping till it did his head in. Usually it was the biscuits, or because he’d left the loo seat up again, but this time it was some crap Continue reading The Ultimate I.D. by Fiona Glass

Groovy Surrealism in Film, Alternative Films, and the Challenge of Viewer Attention by Matt Dukes Jordan

A LONG PREFACE

The following exploration of surrealism in film and alternative films began with my desire to write about a weirdly appealing film by Alejandro Jodorowsky called Fando y Lis. That film caused a riot when it was first shown at a film festival in Mexico. Jodorwsky claims that he barely escaped the festival alive. The audience was furious. Enraged. VIOLENT!

I love the film. I feel affection for it, and have no desire to attack Jodorowsky.

I LIKE Jodorowsky, who I watched in interviews and other DVD extras. The extras accompanying one film even showed him leading a weekly human-potential seminar/encounter group that he does in Paris. He’s very appealing and charismatic.

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