Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?

Smother your babies and duct-tape the exits, the Splatterpunk is on his way to poison your puny minds with tawdry terror-tales of aging punks, oozing degenerates, foam-frothing freaks, tragic tightly-tucked trannies, marauding meth-mutants, reddiwhip-huffing thrillkillers--and even more from the whole delightful spectrum on display in depravity's rainbow.

The Splatterpunk is the host--and you are the parasite!


NOTE: On behalf of the management and local clergy, we regrettably inform yon wee stillbirths with precious impressionable cooling-lava brains that these pustulent panic-dotes are festering with linguistic lewdness, gratuitous nudity (if there even is such a thing), vicious violence, carnal perversities, and depictions of addictions too bizarre for your limpid virginal peepers--So move along, Junior and Li'l Mary Lou--nothing to see here, at least until you're old enough to get a halfway convincing fake ID....

Rated R (for Rotten!)

As for the rest of you, you shrivelling, sagging, sunken-eyed, fur-bearing corpse-apprentices--

THE SPLATTERPUNK IS COMING SOON TO RUIN WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR PATHETIC WORTHLESS LIVES...

...so there's something to look forward to, at least, until the next bottle of Nyquil you're able to boost from the bodega.


Remember : Punk's not dead....It's undead! HAW HAW!

We forever raise our middle fingers in tribute to the great David J. Schow for coining the term "splatterpunk", and to the incredible George A. Romero for inspiring it. Now aren't we a bunch of nauseating saps?

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