Boxing Helena

Talk about obsessive love. "Boxing Helena," was made in 1993 by Dave Lynch's daughter, Jennifer. It stars Julian Sands and is definitely not made for the faint of heart.

This film is about a surgeon (Julian Sands)who becomes insanely obsessed with a seductive and mesmerizing woman (Sherilyn Fenn) he once had an affair with.

Refusing to accept that she has moved on, he amputates her limbs and holds her captive in his mansion.

Even though this is an old film, it still is disturbing and shows how much love can do to a person.

I wouldn't say this is the greatest movie ever made, but the story and concept is very crazy and unique. Even the music group, "The Misfits," did a song on the film, titled of course, "Helena."

Go check Helena out and all of her body

Mark Morbidity's Top 5

I always love learning and knowing what my fellow horror pals are currently watching, reading, or having fun with and this week I got the top faves from my twitter friend and movie lover, Mark Morbidity. He definitely has great taste in films and you should definitely check him on twitter at twitter.com/markmorbidity.

Here is his very cool list of his top 5 favorite horror flicks and why. I agree with most of the ones he listed and he is awesome to tweet with. Definitely check him out.

MarkMorbidity's Top 5 Horror Movies



1.
"The Blair Witch Project"

This Movie is by far the best movie I've seen.
When I saw this movie as a kid at my aunt's house I
didn't want to walk back home since i lived in a
woodsy area. Best movie to see to date in my opinion.


2.
"The Thing"

I'm not talking about the one that came out I'm talking
about the 80s version. This movie is amazing with the
effects and just bloody and gory,
It kept me on my feet and just wondered who was the infected and who wasn't.

3.
"Hellraiser 1&3"

What can I say? Clive Barker made some amazing morbid characters that
made these films amazing.
When i was a kid i couldnt even watch the movie because pinhead scared
the shit outta me haha. Any of the 3 first movies are great but from the more recent ones not so much

4.
"28 Days Later"

This movie doesn't fit in much with horror but the story,charaters and plot
fit in nicely. The songs used to depict the emotions through the whole movies
is simply amazing.In my opinion the zombies where well made unlike the other zombie movies.
But I gotta say this nothing beats George A Romero zombie movies :]

Last but not least,

5.
"Cannibal Holocaust"

This movie is byfar the worst gory banned movie ever made.
If you want to see this movie you can probably get it bootlegged of someone or
look it up online.
My friend told me to watch this movie like 2 years back and he didn't gave me any info on it just to watch it so I did.
The movie was gory as fuck. I told my friend that the effects were to realistic but it wasnt effects.
Actual live animals killed in a movie.
If you want to watch this be my guest but this movie is by far the sickest movie ever made!

-Mark Morbidity

Horror Movie Debut is here....

CHECK MY OUT FINALLY IN MY MAINSTREAM HORROR PEEK HERE! I HAD THE BEST TIME WORKING ON THIS PROJECT. SEXY, BLOODY, CRAZY, AND MORE. SEE THE WHOLE THING UP A DRAFTHOUSE FILMS WEBSITE. CAST YOUR VOTES IF YOU LOVE THIS FILM AS MUCH AS I DO. ENJOY THE HOT HORROR!


http://26th.theabcsofdeath.com/t-is-for-tranny/

My Mainstream Horror Movie Debut

Yesterday I filmed my very first mainstream horror movie. I've done many horror clips and films for websites and shorts, etc, but nothing as big as this. I was so excited and honored to get the main character role in this film.

This film is directed and written by talented director, Nick Rucca and is called "T" or "T for Tranny." It's a sick and twisted and fabulous story and when I read the script, I instantly knew I wanted to be the bad ass killer bitch in this film, and I got my wish.

The basic story line is a bunch of guys who throw their best bro, a bachelor party and tease him with alcohol and inscribe the word, "Tranny," on his head in sharpie. The poor groom to be goes to the bathroom from a hangover and notices the word on his forehead, comes back to where his friends are, and is super pissed. All of a sudden a bunch of raver and strobe lights go on, and in walks me looking as sexy as hell and start groping him, dancing with him, teasing him, making out with him, and more. The bachelor gets so excited, with his friends egging him on, until he realizes I'm not the sweet sexy girl, he thought I was. Sufficeth to say, he freaks out and knocks me back into a table where I am pronounced dead. As all the guys start to freak out, I come back to life and take my revenge on these boys and start to enjoy a party of my own, with a massive blood bath of killing.

I had so much fun playing this role and can't wait until it's out and everyone, including my horror fans can see it. It's an incredible cast and I had the best and nicest people on set working with me. Just from the still shots I saw yesterday, I know this film is going to be bad ass and that everyone will enjoy it, including me. It's pretty much my dream role, playing a killer babe back from the dead. ;)

Here are some early pics on set that I shot of my awesome cast and of me. THERE ARE GOING TO BE A LOT OF PROMOS AND PHOTOS TO SHOW FOR THIS FILM, so this is just a little tiny sneak bloody peek. Enjoy and get ready soon to see my first Horror Movie Debut!




P.S: For people who are familiar with twisted crazy films, I would describe my role as a raven-haired Sherri Moon from House of 1000 Corpses with a twisted fun Robocop instinct to kill. As she would also say in her films, "Whatever you do, you got to do. There is no wrong. If someone needs to be killed, you kill them."

Vampire Julia

Sneak peek of what's to come this October. ;)

I Survived Horror Nights

I always enjoy rocking my Halloween Horror Night's Freddy Krueger Nightmare shirt. I can't wait until this year's horror night at Universal Studios. I love going there to celebrate Halloween early and have people jump out and try to scare me. I especially love the Freddy characters wandering around in the crowds. ;) It's always scary fun for me.

If you're in the area, definitely check out where to get tickets for Universal Studios's haunted horror nights in Los Angeles, which usually begins the second week of October. It's definitely great scary fun.

MORNING BLOODLUST

SMILE!

MEAT

This was sent to me by wonderful and talented writer Sarah Coleman and it's absolutely hot and sexy, and definitely gore horror which I love! Definitely check her out and hit her up at her link: http://twitter.com/scolefiction and enjoy this hot short story of hers:


“Mandy, it’s just the cigarettes.”

He said it like he always did, over dinner in a restaurant this time. Always somewhere public so the conversation wouldn’t escalate past a point he could control.

I hated when he made me feel that way. He didn’t understand what cigarettes meant to me. They were the constant faithful friend. The friend I turned to when our dates went sour or when I felt a little crazy. Times like this one; where he would criticize me and then stare a little too long at the thoracically gifted waitress who came to clear our food seconds later. My stomach turned. I loved him but I longed for my friend.

Once outside I zipped my coat up, not because it was cold so much as to keep the smell of smoke off my skin or I knew I would see it in his face later when we got his apartment and he breathed me in.

I had become well acquainted with his apartment. I loved the smell of him and walking into his bedroom was an overwhelming sensation of his scent. It was carelessly decorated, which I always found masculine and sexy, unlike the carefully considered décor of other men in the city I had known. I decided I was in love quickly and had said it silently when there was no possible way he could hear it. He started saying it to me several months later; and usually only after I managed to make him cum.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for him. On the contrary I had become obsessively in love. I am obsessive by nature and anything in my life worthwhile has always been loved to an extreme. Being that I am not a teenager anymore I have been able to hide it in ways. This is why I become a smoker. Any time I was ever upset or had my heart slightly broken, or completely torn out of me, a cigarette had been there to wrap me in a comforting layer of poison that I would breathe in until whatever ailed my heart would disappear in a slow exhale.

By the time I admitted I was addicted, the comfort was enough that I didn’t even care. So was my life; smoking and this man. How sad you might think. Don’t. Being obsessed with anything is mentally and physically draining. Be impressed I could handle more than one.

The unfortunate part was that my two loves didn’t get along. He hated the cigarettes and after a while, I could tell when he watched me light one that I was losing him.

One occasion in particular brought me to my decision to cut ties with my old friend and break down the wall of smoke I had built between him and I.

A party. I was feeling particularly lightheaded from my drink and as I always do in social situation was feeling territorial and jealous. A new girl, a friend of a friend or something like that (does it really matter anyway) was there who my love seemed particularly taken with. Through the course of the night, he did find a way to talk with her casually, in that nonchalant way that men think their girlfriends don’t notice. Their talking brought me out to the balcony where I of course turned to my purse for a companion.

The strangest thing happened minutes later as I threw the last of it down all those stories to the cold ground below.

I didn’t feel better.

The reality that the party was still going on inside without me was, as funny as it may seem to you, too much to bear. My friend, it would seem, was no longer enough. The people and their drinking and their intentions did not disappear into my comforting cloud of smoke as I breathed out that last solitary puff. I decided it was time to end this friendship, and focus on my relationship with the beautiful man inside the party, presently inside breaking my heart.



“I am so proud of you, Mandy!” he said as we lay in bed after I told him the decision I had come to the night before.

His happiness was clouded with a hangover but I knew it was genuine. So was mine. The look on his face made me determined to keep my relationship with cigarettes behind me. We had sex. It seemed like a reward for my revelation but I felt loved. I felt invigorated and complete, a contentment. I realized after it was over, and I lay there on his pillow wrapped in his sheets that I needed to smoke. I craved it. I always thought it was only my companion, to get me through situations that would have made me cry. Now I understood why my friend let me go so quietly. It knew I would be back. After all, I was an addict.

The contentment of his bed lost its comfort as I wondered what to do with this newfound notion. The more I thought about it, the worse the craving became. He was talking about something but I could not get out of my own head. I had to get out of there and fix this. He let me go easily and reached for his phone to find something else to do with his day. I left the apartment and as the cold air hit my face, I turned in the opposite direction of my own apartment and made my way to the drug store.



Gum. Gum. Gum. Thirty dollar gum. Was that really my only option? How was gum going to cure me from broken hearts, or ease my anger when life was breaking me?


“It’s all the same, really.”

Her voice was cool but there was an angst I could feel as she took me by surprise. I knew before I turned around she was barely out of her teens. The drug store vest she wore looked like some kind of funny commentary about life juxtaposed with her dark eye makeup and black and blue hair. She reminded me of me somehow.

“And none of it is a cigarette.” She said.

I told her I didn’t know what I was doing. I sounded vulnerable, I’m sure. But then again, I was. The cravings had gotten worse since I left his apartment and when I tried to ignore it, the only other thoughts I had were of him. Was he thinking about me?

As if she knew, the girl went on, motioning to the stacks of nicotine gum in the isle.

“I tried it myself. And not just in a half assed way but a real solid attempt.”

She leaned in close to me and her voice lowered as our conversation became more secretive.

“There is only one way to get rid of an addiction.”

She reached down and gripped the bottom of her vest and shirt, pulling it slowly up as I stood in front of her, revealing underneath her naked upper body. As I’m sure is human nature, I looked immediately at her breasts. Her nipples were pierced and held large silver hoops that dangled with silver balls connecting them into a seamless circle. In fact, as I studied the rest of her bare torso, several silver barbells and hoops pierced through her skin. On her sides and stomach; around her belly button; between her breasts; on her ribs and hips. Most of them clean and healed but some bloody where they entered and exited her flesh. The silver glimmered and looked like some piece of obscure armor.

“You find another one.”



It had been two days since I abandoned the nicotine gum at the drug store, the young woman’s advice and body still fresh in my mind. My cravings had been terrible and I was insatiable. I bite my pillow in the night when I lay awake in bed. I kept my sanity only as a mask for him, to make it seem like everything was fine. I had not eaten anything since the party.

He smiled at me as the wine reached our table. I caught its scent as it splashed into the glass as he poured it. That’s never happened before. This was a celebration for him, I was sure. I hadn’t smoked a cigarette in two days and while I was dying inside, I was hiding it beautifully. I was graceful and elegant. I sipped my wine carefully because it seemed more potent than my usual glass. I thought about having sex with him as he talked.

“We should order steaks.” He said, like an epiphany.

I was starving and the thought of eating a steak was almost enough to overpower my thoughts of cigarettes and sex.

To get through the cravings I daydreamed. I thought more of him and me as I waited for our food to arrive. Like the wine, I could smell the steak before it was set on the table. My mouth watered and my body ached. For a single moment I forgot about my old friend and so did my body as I lifted the first cut piece of steak to my mouth. Every drop of juice hit my tongue as I chewed. I could taste each individual spice and sauce the tender piece had cooked in. It was as if everything I ever put in my mouth was bland before this moment and it was euphoric. As I savored each bite my mind went again to the young girl with her silvered torso and her message.

“You must have been starving!” he said.

I told him it was the best dinner of my life.



The very next night I went back to the restaurant alone. I ordered the steak. I also ordered slice of cheesecake, thinking that would be even more exciting to the senses than the meat. The steak was just as divine as the previous night and while I wanted to savor it, it seemed to only last a couple of seconds before I was milking the juice from the plate with my fork. Water from a stone.

The cake came next. Its aroma was subtle and cold, unwelcoming compared to the steak. I took a bite with my dessert fork. A ladylike bite. All I could taste was the temperature of the cake and bland whipped cream topping, the powdered kind you get at a dollar store. Disappointed, I decided I couldn’t leave empty handed and looked again at the menu for dessert salvation. I found myself seduced by sweet & sour ribs however and leaving the restaurant I felt more content than the times I used to inhale the first puff of a just-lit cigarette.



When he and I were together I was relaxed, not jealous or anxious or anything besides content. And when I was alone, my sustentation would come from expensive meat dishes at an array of restaurants around the city. It wasn’t long before cigarettes seemed like strangers that went unnoticed to me as I passed them on the street. The young girl at the drug store had been right. My enigmatic therapist.

Over the course of the next several weeks I became dependent on my newfound friend. I noticed changes in how my new addiction took over my body. I would salivate when I thought of some magnificent meat dish. My mind would wander the streets for restaurants while my body was somewhere else entirely. Waiters and waitresses began to call me by my first name, and depending on the place, may not have even brought me a menu. My greatest fear became what if my craving enveloped me when I couldn’t satisfy it? What if I needed to taste meat when I could not get to a restaurant?

I started ordering three or four meals doggie bagged in one sitting so I could keep them at home so to never be without. The problem with that is once they were in the fridge, my mind would not leave them alone. I would lay awake in bed just thinking about those Styrofoam temples.

The time between meals was less and less. Knowing that they were there in my fridge was enough to arouse my increasingly vicious appetite.

Just one more bite.

I was gaining weight, I knew it. He knew it too. I could tell when he’d begun suggesting going to clubs or to the park. No dinners, no restaurants.


“This is just your body getting used to not having smoke forced into it. You will go back to normal. Don’t worry.” He said.

I never said I was worried.

The thing about addiction is it doesn’t leave room for many other thoughts. I didn’t care about the weight, but for him, I took it upon myself to eliminate everything else from my diet so I might not gain as much. For his sake.

The weeks became moments for me, each moment passing, filling me with some type of emotion. He and I at a movie. Me with a piece of juicy dark pink hamburger meat burning my mouth form the frying pan. Me waking up. Him talking. Me dreaming. A party. Happiness, rage, desire, depression. Every moment has an emotional imprint. My life became just waiting for the next one I enjoyed to come along.

As good things come to those who wait, sure enough, my next enjoyable moment came—in the form of an epilogue to a particularly fevered craving.

It started with another party.

A party at the same house with the same balcony where I parted ways with my first addition. The same booze and the same guests. The only difference aside from my outfit was my empty purse. No fall back plan if something went wrong, no ammunition to escape with to the solace of the balcony. I thought about the Styrofoam takeout boxes of meat at home in my refrigerator and held my breath as I scanned the room of faces.

Of course all the seats were already taken and I took a sip of the wine I had brought for strength. She was sitting in a chair several feet away from me talking to some guy between sips of beer. I didn’t know why I recognized her, but my body reached like I’d been punched and microwaved at the same time when I saw her. It came together when I turned to him and saw him glance in her direction. I was back at the first party all over again, in every way. Except without something to take comfort in.

A vampiric radar, my addiction sensed my preparation for heartache, seizing my attention with an enormous growl in my stomach. Then another one. I swallowed another mouthful of wine to appease it. Another one. I knew what my body wanted and I could either try my best to find something here and satisfy myself, or stay and wait until he found his way into a conversation with her again. For a few seconds, I tried to stay, preparing myself. Another growl. He moved from one side of me to the other, noticeably closer to where she was in the room, and began talking to guy he knew from work. It would be only a matter of time, another few drinks, I was sure. Growl. I needed to leave. I knew I needed to salvage either my stomach or my heart and this craving was becoming painful.

I made my way through the people into the darker portion of the house, to the kitchen. I felt tears on my hot cheeks only when the cold air from the fridge hit my face. I toppled a wall of beer to see what was beyond it, a can falling to the floor. Condiments. No. Brick of cheese. No. Tomatoes. No.

Then I saw it, on the second shelf in the back. A thawed pound of packaged ground beef. I tore it from the fridge, my fingers clawing into the package, piercing the plastic and sinking into the chilling raw center.

I could see with the light of the open refrigerator, an unwashed frying pan on the stove nearby. I turned the knob to high and dropped a handful of the hamburger meat on the pan. Another growl came from within me and with it a jolt of pain in my gut. I could hear the people in the main room talking and it irritated me. I watched the cold meat in the pan and willed it to fry. I heard the comforting sizzle from the pan and it calmed me. Then suddenly, overtop the rest of the loathsome ambiguous voices of the other room, a woman’s laugh. It was clear amongst the others and it broke my calm. The sizzle of the pan. The laughing. The sizzle. The laugh. Rage or hunger or some child of both took over and I gripped the cooking pink meat out of the pan and bit into it.

The beef surrendered easily under the force of my teeth. So easily, I began to use only my tongue to mold and shape it into a swallowable ration. With each press to the roof of my mouth, the coldest, purest taste ravaged my senses. I’m a masochist.

I stayed like that for the whole of the feast. The frying pan was empty before I came down from my heaven. Even after it was over, and my stomach had eased, the sounds of the party stayed far away from me. I was happy, content. My mouth sticky and thick from the remanence of the meat.

I left the party by myself. Unnoticed. If anyone thought of it at all, they would have assumed I was on the balcony. I walked home quiet and calm. Satisfied. It would be a while now before I needed to have another meal. I got home, and slept.



It was morning when I woke up and sunlight filled the room, stirring me an uneasy way. The night before came back to me in fragments. First the goodness. Then, the anxiety of the party that I now recalled abandoning. Had he realized that I’d left? I checked my phone for calls. Nothing. I could be dead for all he knew and he still wouldn’t have sought out the horrible news. I took it as a sign that his night had been good, good in the way that would make me want to scream and cry. All of a sudden I was craving again.

My fridge was empty. There were doggie bags filled with meals but the ones that weren’t so old they were growing mold seemed bland. The seasonings and the sauces that had cooled and fused with the meats seemed now only to mask the real, succulent taste of the meat itself. I was longing for the experience I’d had the night before. It would have to wait. My phone was ringing.

“Where did you go last night?” he asked, in what sounded like genuine concern. I told him that I got a bad feeling and left. And that I hoped it hadn’t ruined his time.

It didn’t ruin his time.

“I just wish you would have told me you were leaving. I was worried.”

Not worried enough to try me last night.

“Do you want to get together tonight?”

Yes. I did.



It seemed like so long since I’d been to his apartment. I could smell frying vegetables as I walked in. It fused with the smell of his bedroom like a steaming, bland version of him. I was angry about his disregard for me the night before, but my thoughts were on suppressing my craving and slightly for sex.

He told me that he was sorry I didn’t stay last night; that he didn’t really have that good of a time; that everyone seemed dull. And that he cooked stir fry for dinner. Each statement made me progressively crazier with rage. What I wanted to tell him was I knew he was lying. That he had a great time and that me not being there was better for his social conquests of the evening. I also wanted to tell him that I hated stir fry.

What I did tell him was, thank you for thinking of me, I love you. And then I sat on his bed, arranged like a dinner table, and began to eat my stir fry.

He was midway through a sentence, and I midway through my wine when it happened. That achy growl in the pit of my gut. It crawled its way around my insides. Feelings from the night before rushed back as I tried to down another limp vegetable from my fork. I focused on holding the rubbery thing in with a hard swallow. The growl came again. This time it was louder and deeper, it shook the thoughts in my head and my anger took over a little more of me.

“Mandy, are you okay?” I barely heard him ask.

Amidst all of my internal chaos I desperately searched for a way to save myself in his eyes. There was no room left for logic in my mind. What do I tell him? There were only two choices I had. My body could only pull me in two directions and I would have to surrender to one before I lost either him or my sanity. So the question became; primal or vice? Do I run out the door and indulge in my weakness, somewhere at some restaurant or meat shop? Or do I revert to the primal me, the raw me? Could I work the craving out of my body through sex?

“Mand-”

I did not give him the chance. I kissed him hard in an attempt to overthrow the growling rush in my stomach. His mouth was warm and it reminded my craving body of some delicacy added to that stir fried mass on my plate. As is their nature, he immediately began to progress my wordless plan on his own. I heard the plates slip smoothly from the bed and then crash on the floor. I kept on. In fact, my craving was intensifying as my mind seemed to short circuit into half thoughts of her laughing, of him, of carefully poured sauces dripping down scantily cooked meats, smiling waiters, the feel of my fingers piercing the plastic layer of wrapping, gripping the raw beef underneath in the darkness of the party.

I heard him gasp in pain as I realized the gripping fingers in my mind were in fact seizing his side so much so I could no longer see my fingertips. I loosed my grip and continued to kiss him as we became more undressed.

Another growl. Maybe this plan was not working? Or maybe I should just be trying harder. My kisses began to work their way down his neck and shoulders. More flashes. Of the pierced torso and the face of the girl who possessed it. One way…rid…addiction…there is only…get rid…find another…you find another…find another one.

The ache in my belly shook me and the girl and her words drifted away instantly. I again thought of the meat dishes and all the flavorful salvation it brought me. I forced my kisses further downward to draw him into a sexual world, away from the monkey on my back.

My plan unfolded, and he moaned but the craving lingered deep inside me. I thought of how soft the cold ground beef had been when I’d press it flat with my tongue. A moan from him, a growl from me, and I kept on.

The aroma of a just prepared, warm meat dish being placed right in front of me hit my senses. Like a near death experience, every recollection I’d had of such a moment hit me with each heartbeat. It was working. A louder moan from him, a growl from me, and I kept on.

I recalled the tastes of the rarest dishes I’d eaten lately and how that first bite, that juicy, ecstatic bite would shed away my anger and anxieties. That first bite that purified my senses and my mind. I could taste all of those first bites just now, and the contentment that lingered even after I’d cleaned the last oily and buttered blood droplets from my expensive china plate.

A horrible scream from him. A growl from me. And I kept on.

Love for Mr. Rob Zombie

I have been listening to and following Rob Zombie for almost 16 years now, probably more. I think him and his work are incredible. I first got to know him while he was in his band, "White Zombie," and I was instantly hooked. After that, he went solo as Rob Zombie. A lot of solo artists who break away from bands, aren't usually as good as before but Rob BLEW MY MIND AWAY with his first solo album, "Hellbilly Deluxe." With his songs, "Living Dead Girl," "Dragula," "Spookshowbaby," and more, I became a complete zombie addict.

Since his first solo album, he has put at atleast three more and are all incredible and I definitely recommend all of them. The cool part is, is that even though all his albums have a different feel to them, they all still rock and metal and amazing to listen too. I can honestly say there isn't one song of his that I don't like. He is also amazing to see live.




Besides being a fantastic talented singer and rock god, he also a renaissance man of sorts. He has his own comic out, clothing line that his darling hot wife, Sherri Moon Zombie runs and models for, and of course a wicked amazing director. His first movie that he directed was "House of 1000 Corpses," which I got to see the first premiere of which was incredible. Originally when the movie was coming out, it was rated X because it was so bloody and gory, so Rob being a professional, cut out some shots to bring the movie down to NC-17, R. House of 1000 Corpses is one of my favorite horror films of all time. It stars, Sherri Moon Zombie, or Sherri Moon at the time, older cult horror actress, Karen Black, Bill Moseley, and Sid Haig.

The basic synopsis of House of 1000 Corpses is about two teenage couples traveling across the backwoods of Texas searching for urban legends of serial killers end up as prisoners of a bizarre and sadistic backwater family of serial killers. It's definitely not a movie for little kids, but is guaranteed to please all horror lovers.

The second film he did which is actually the sequel to 1000 Corpses is, "The Devil's Rejects. It stars most of the same people but has a completely different feel to it. While 1000 Corpses was more bloody and gory, etc, Devil's Rejects is more about the serial killer aspect and is almost reversed in the plot. While Bill Moseley, Sherri Moon Zombie, and Sid Haig are still the main characters and are killing people on the run, they are actually being hunted but the police from all their past murders that were shown in the first movie. The short synopsis of this film is in Ruggsville, Texas, the police under the command of Sheriff John Quincy Wydell attack the house of the sadistic serial killers Firefly family (a.k.a. The Devil's Reject) and they arrest mother Firefly, but Otis B. Driftwood and Baby Firefly escape from the siege. Tiny is wandering nearby the house and also escapes. Otis and Baby call their patriarch, the mad clown Captain Spaulding and they schedule to reunite at an isolated motel in the desert. When Otis and Baby arrive, they kidnap two families of singers, using sadism and violence against the harmless persons. Meanwhile, Sheriff Wydell promises to capture and kill the runaways, seeking revenge for the death of his brother, the Deputy George Wydell. Another amazing and one of my favorite killer films ever.

His most recent films were actually remakes of "Halloween 1 and 2." While unfortunately the first Halloween didn't do so well as I had hope, I enjoyed the second one a lot more. I also appreciate the way Rob interpreted the story. It's almost a completely different idea and concept from the original Jamie Lee Curtis films. I definitely recommend seeing these two flicks just to see the differences from the originals. I personally like the second "Halloween," better.

One more thing about Rob Zombie and his director skills is that he does not do more than two sequels for a movie which I love. I can't stand horror directors, which I won't name here who want to do six different movies about the same character or concept. It's enough. Stopping at two is the better way to go.

If you are in the L.A area, make sure to stop by his store, "Halloween Town," which contains everything you can possibly need for Halloween, plus his skull clothing brand, memorabilia, and a lot more. The best thing about the shop, is that is open all year round and he is known to pop in the store from time to time.

Here are some snippets and clips from his different work but this is just a taste of his brilliance. If you love heavy metal music, horror, talent, and more, this is the man to check out. I love you Rob Zombie!

DARK BITES: Four Tales of Horror

My first birthday present this year was from my friend and amazing horror writer, Robert Ropars. He sent me his book, "Dark Bites." I absolutely love it. The book consists of four detailed horror stories with a female as the lead characters which I thought this was so cool. I definitely recommend this book to anyone who loves horror collections.

Here is Robert's amazing thought process how he comes up with his work plus how he became the writer he is today. He is a very intelligent man which I respect a lot:

FROM THE MOUTH OF ROBER ROPARS: (Background)

I have a B of A in English-Writing, and while at school often would be
lost for hours in the library's computer lab writing away. Short
stories and poems would pour from me as I sat there almost in
automatic writing style like I was a conduit and the words just passed
through me. When I graduated college I was fully intending to write
full time (next great American author), do photography and movies.

Flash forward-ok didn't quite go exactly down that path. I had been
working part-time while in college and quickly sought/got a full-time
job. That pretty much led to several jobs over the years taking up
most of my time and energy as well as various relationships along the
way. I learned much from both, but was losing my artistic connection.

In 2008, I decided to get my ass in gear (partially inspired by the
ongoing success of my aunt a successful romance and crime novelist)
and pulled together my favorite poems and self-published them via
Amazon's print-on-demand service CreateSpace.com. I sold only a few,
but was proud of my work and the cover which added to the achievement
as it was a photo of my current hometown's downtown area by railroad
track's aged to look like an old photo. I was/am very proud of how
the cover turned out.

Further inspired, I started writing poetry again and in 2009 published
"Romantic Confessions" combining poetry and haiku. I was extremely
happy with the results and feedback, but soon learned poetry isn't
really a money making venture for authors-it's a work of passion.

Along the way for many years my father was fighting cancer and in 2009
he took a turn for the worse. After about 7 years fighting against
all odds, surviving far beyond any doctor's extreme best case scenario
he started down the road to the end. It was a horrendously awful time
for all involved and from July to December we did our best to be
present and cope with someone we loved very much slipping away.

Towards the end the horror of it and the living death we witnessed got
worse and worse draining our strength and breaking our hearts. He
moved on mid-December and we were relieved that his suffering had
ended but grieved the loss of an integral part of our family. I began
to write fiction again mid-2010 as a venting/therapy process. I had a
variety of ideas, but the recent events were heavy in my mind and that
horror inspired me to try the horror genre first.

I had researched ebooks and realized ereaders/apps were the future. I
converted my poetry books to ebooks and found out all I could on
ebooks. I read somewhere that a great way for indie authors to engage
readers and get sales was serial publication much like early authors
having their works appear in daily newspapers in small parts to keep
the reader coming back. I had several stories bouncing around and so
that focused me.

I picked four classic horror themes and worked on them feverishly
every night/weekend for months. I wrote them in the order seen today
and I followed the outline I had read of publishing them about a month
apart. The goal was to give 1-2 away for free and make parts 3 and 4
cost something. At the same time, put out a collection of all 4 with
a bonus story that was cheaper than parts 3 and 4 combined. It made a
lot of sense and seems to be working based on the download/sales data
I've accumulated since July 2010.

As for the stories, I wanted to get back to the heart of and in some
ways "reboot" zombies, werewolves, vampires and ghosts. The stories
are all separate, but interconnected so it's a full world and
characters and places reappear at various times. I love movies with
strong female leads who think fast, are smart and don't need a man to
save them. So it was key to me that I create four women I would want
to see on screen kicking ass.

The zombie story was first and most clearly reflects my dad's cancer
spreading, the impact on him and such as seen as the zombie outbreak
spreading through Chicago. The werewolf story I wanted to introduce
other were creatures intelligently and expand this world. For the
vampire story I wanted something completely different. Set far in the
future it's a bit of scifi combined with horror and tried to get into
what would happen if you became a vampire and why are people so
attracted to them? For the final story, it was to be a ghost story
with a twist. I wanted to explore what would cause a ghost to exist
and what would happen if someone died in such a way that no one knew
it and their ghost haunted a place and people just wrote it off as
weird things. In fact the fourth story (despite my love of all of
them, the zombie one in particular) is special to me. There is a
monster, but it's not what you'd think-it's a man. A sexual predator.
To me that was the scariest monster of all and I tried hard to create
a sense of chilling, twisted dread against the backdrop of what was
one of the worst blizzards of all time.

In terms of writing, I start with the title. Probably superstition,
but I have to have the title before I start writing. I scope a bit
out, but mainly I just write. Let it pour out. Print it, read it,
edit it, repeat. Stories go through many updates before I have my
trusted hardcore editor (my lovely girlfriend) tear into it (and boy
does she-but with precision and reason). What you read is mostly what
I wrote with a few exceptions ("Windy City of the Dead" was originally
called "Eating Crow" but it just didn't work for me at the time and
"848" ended up changing after my girlfriend noted my original ending
didn't physically make logical sense in the real world. She forced me
to step back, do some research and get it right and the story is
stronger as a result.

Research is something I insist on doing before I write once I know the
topic/storyline in my head. The internet (in addition to just Google,
Google Books and Wikipedia in particular) allows writers virtually
limitless access to the world's knowledge. There's really no excuse
when it comes to facts. I just want to be sure that if I write
something medically-related and someone in that field reads it-they
don't get hung up and realize someone didn't dig into the facts.

ROBERT'S CREATIVE PROCESS:

>Have an idea-usually inspired by real life events, experiences or news stories
from around the world (but generally the former)

>Hand write some overview thoughts/notes in sort of free form manner as it comes
to me.

>If I'm writing poetry, I almost always hand write that. If I'm writing
fiction, only brainstorming and outlining is handwritten generally. I much
prefer to type fiction as I'm MUCH faster at typing than writing and don't tire
as quickly. My hand couldn't keep up with my writing and when you type both
hands share the burden.

>Let it stew in my subconscious

>If necessary do some online research (Google, Google Books, Wikipedia, etc.)

>Work out a potential title, hard to explain but it's like a series of titles
filters through like a slot machine until one locks and suddenly the bells go
off and the story starts to shape from it.

>Start poking around iStockphoto for cover ideas

>When ready, typically at night I usually have coffee (no creamer, two Splenda)
and listen to anything from blues to jazz to Gaga to Rihanna to Mumford & Sons
to streaming New Age/Celtic (sometimes depends on what the theme is).

>I get the document set up formatwise using the last story for the "shell"
gutting all but the opening/closing, rename/save and then after a deep breath
sort of trance out. The story opens in my head and fortunately I can type very
fast because when I plug in it comes fast. The words pour through me like
energy or fuel to my fingers. I try very hard to not edit as I go, but there
are times where I back up and revise as I'm going. I write until it stops and
then I save and back away.

>Later I re-read it, usually can't help doing some editing-in particular if
there's an issue/stumbling block. In some cases, more research is needed.

>I keep going until the story ends itself. I save and leave it for a day or so.

>I print it out, read it to myself, read it out loud and start making edit
notes. I make the edits and repeat this a few times until I feel it's solid.

>Then my girlfriend gets it to cut into it. I can NOT emphasize more strongly
how critical it is that as a writer you have an outside voice/reader you trust
review your work. You can't take it personally and know that some things are
subjective and you won't do. But if you have a trusted editor and they're stuck
on something-other readers could as well.

>In terms of inspiration, it's all over the map. In terms of writing guidance,
Stephen King, Robert Ludlum and Neil Gaiman are probably the three authors who
most influence me in terms of their success, attention to details, ability to
create realistic alternate worlds and act as general role models for me. There
are many, many more, but if I had to pick three....

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To check out more of Robert's work or to buy Dark Bites, which you must, you can find it at the links below including his contact info. I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I did.



View samples of my ebooks on Smashwords.com (free 50% preview) and
order (for any e-reader):
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/robertropars

Order Kindle versions of my ebooks or the print version of "Dark
Bites: Four Tales of Horror" on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004FRP8CY

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www.twitter.com/robertropars

HORROR LOVER AND SEXY MODEL JASMINE BLUE

A few months ago at AVN in Las Vegas, I literally ran into this beautiful girl named, Jasmine. We met at the Dennis Hoffman booth with the bunny ranch babes and immediately her and I hit it off. She looks like she could be my sister! She has long gorgeous raven hair, tons of tattoos, loves the horror genre, a SEXY, SICK, TWISTED MIND, like me, and a smile that makes me melt.

At the Aee Expo, her and I talked about work and getting into the adult biz. She is like me where she wants to work with mostly girls! Lily Cade and Erika Icon were with me and I introduced her to both of them for tips and advice, etc. Jasmine and I had a blast hanging at the convention and partying in Vegas.

Jasmine is the ABSOLUTE EPITOME OF "VIOLENTLY SEXY," and what it represents. She loves breaking all the stereotypes of what a model should look like and has already gotten work with one of the biggest companies and magazines in the world.
I also love how Jasmine is a TOUGH AS NAILS as they come, but she can also melt your heart with her sexy syrupy Southern accent which I love!




HERE'S JASMINE BLUE'S STORY ON WHY SHE WANTS TO GET INTO THE BIZ, HER LIKES/DISLIKES, GENERAL LIKES, STATS, AND A LOT MORE! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE INTERVIEWS AND I'M SO HAPPY THAT HER AND I HAVE BECOME FABULOUS FRIENDS, SISTERS FROM ANOTHER MOTHER, AND SOON HOT SEXY LOVERS! ENJOY!





FROM JASMINE BLUE'S SEXY LIPS:

I got into modeling back in 2006. I had an associate that was a photographer & we did a photo shoot together. It was fun, but shortly after that, he began doing hard core drugs & I can't work with someone that has a serious drug addiction. I did run across another photographer later on & we did a shoot. It was fun, but he was not ready for what I wanted to do...........which is PORN!!!!!!!!!!! So, here CUMS the man that gave me my start......Mr. Edwin Williams. I met him at a grocery store in late 2008 & we immediately hit it off. Since then, we have done several photo shoots. I greatly appreciate all of his help & advice & will not forget what he has done for me. In my past two photo shoots, the pictures were taken by my cousin, Brandy & my friend, Luke.

I chose to enter the adult industry because I LOVE, WANT, & NEED to have sex on a regular basis. Why should I not get paid to do something that I truly LOVE to do?? I am very comfortable in my skin. I know who I am & I know what I want. I have NO problems getting naked & fucking myself in front of the camera, so I know that I will not have a problem with fucking hot ass women in front of the camera. Just like a duck in water, fucking, whether it is being filmed or not, is natural to me. I will not shoot a few movies & walk away. Hell no, I will stay in the industry for the rest of my life. I would like to write, produce, & direct my own movies in the future. I have a lot of insane, sex shit in my head & I will let it out!!!!

Right now, here are my stats: Height: 5'1 Weight: 120lbs. Bra Size:36B

Shoe Size: 8 (Yeah, I got big feet, like Peggy Hill
on King of the Hill)
Piercings:5 (Ears, Tongue, & Nipples)
Tattoos: 22 Married:HELL NO!! Children:Yes, I have 2 precious dogs, Joker & Ginger Snaps.
Boyfriend:Yes (Jeff Uhl) *******Girlfriend:Yes (You, Ruby)******* Baby!)


Likes: As far as sex goes......I love S&M!! I like to be dominate & submissive. I like to be handcuff, tie up, choke, pull hair, pour hot candle wax, etc. I also enjoy having all of the above things done to me, but ONLY by someone that I know & trust.
I LOVE to eat pussy & I love to have my pussy eaten!!! I also like to finger fuck a chic until her pussy explodes with CUM!!! Across the board....I LOVE fucking women!!!
When it cums to guys, I love to fuck my boyfriend, Jeff!!! I enjoy sucking his dick & riding it like a wild little monkey!! As far as other positions go, I love doggy style & reverse cowgirl. Love it!! Love It!!!
I am NOT fake when it cums to sex. I am very real & what you see, is what you get!!!

Dislikes: I despise fake sex!!! I don't like it when a guy calls a woman a "Bitch" or "Slut" during sex. I am not into anal, but if a hot chic wanted me to fuck her in the ass with a strap-on, I would do it.

I LOVE watching horror movies & listening to different types of metal. I love getting tattoos & maintaining my acrylic nails......can't live without them!!!! I like to party & have a great fucking time in my life. I am the life of the party & I like to to laugh & giggle & eat all of the cookies!!!!! I can't wait to do my 1st porn scene & I am ready to fuck all of the hot chicks in the porn world!!!!!

Evil Dolls, Bloody Skulls, & Rough SeXXX,
Jasmine BlueXXX
The Ultimate Lesbian

FOLLOW JASMINE ON HER TWITTER: @GOTHICDOLL

Easter Sunday Flick

Today if you're in the mood to watch some carnage and gore while celebrating your Sunday, check out this completely messed up gore fest film, "Easter Bunny, Kill! Kill!"

Here's a little run down of the flick,

"A murderer cons his way into a mother's heart, putting on a fatherly facade to her cherished son, Nicholas. But the second she leaves for work, a torrent of abuse rains upon the gentle boy. In the meantime, the only comfort the boy gets is in confiding with his new pet bunny. Debauchery is at hand but Nicholas is nowhere to be found but someone wearing the mask of the holiday hopper shows up ready to deliver a blood-splattered night of unspeakable carnage."

Came out in 2006

Japanese Horror

I absolutely love foreign horror films and content. It's definitely a completely different genre than mainstream horror and seems to always be more liberal and graphic to me, which I love. My guy and I got into Japanese Horror a few years ago and I absolutely love it.

Even if a certain film doesn't make complete sense or has a random and unexpected ending, I still enjoy and always get something out of it.

It amazes me how many great horror projects from Japan have come out and have been remade into Americanized films. Some remakes include, "The Ring," "The Grudge," "One missed call," and more. I've seen most of the remakes and believe me, the original Japanese versions are much better. I definitely recommend checking out Japanese horror flicks if you can.

Here are some of my strange, bizarre, faves. I recommend these to all horror lovers. One more thing, Japanese horror can be very gory which is hot a lot of times. It's a completely different experience than watching American remakes or mainstream work. Enjoy this crazy insane flicks.