Greetings viewers of our unholy existence ( Read more... )

Hear ye, hear ye, glory be ( Read more... )

Dame Lurch has entered the building. My tardiness is purely there to condemn thee to pits of despair and shall reduce thee to misery. Thou art beguil'd and Dame Lurch leaps and shouts and laughs in the face of thee. For Dame Lurch shall come to the diary room in due course and not when thy father white tells me to ( Read more... )

Today the mystical threesome of neglect undertook a fiendish verbal probing from the fascist English puritans that doth inspire our misery to up and leave ( Read more... )

This is the Bard speaking, would Dame Lurch please return to the diary room. You nasty clod of clay, that I sweated over to create. Foul scorn upon you ( Read more... )

Lo! Behold the return of Dame Lurch to the home of anarchy. Youthful Harlot tried to keep me out, but nothing can stop Dame Lurch from communicating to the children of the damned. Youthful Harlot will find out why I have bandy children, fasting and birch ( Read more... )

Greetings larynxes ( Read more... )