Like Porno For Pyschos. Wrath James White. 2011.
Splitting my time between watching full length horror films, reading horror novels and……sigh….work, I sometimes get the urge for a quick “hit” of gruesome goodness; something that I can read in the time it takes me to drink a cup of coffee and have a smoke. I decided to put down Richard Laymon‘s, The Midnight Tour (the third book in his teratophiliac BDSM series appropriately named The Beasthouse) in favor of a quick 15-20min blood soaked joy ride. I just happened to have a nasty little tome laying around called-Like Porno For Pyschos. Catchy title isn’t it? Written by a fellow named Wrath. Wrath James White; that’s a pretty kick ass name if you ask me. You could write a story about this guys life; Philidelphia street tough, kickboxing in the Orient (a-la Bloodsport) and full time splatterpunk virtuoso.
I opened Like Porno For Pyschos and selected a story entirely at random-Feeding Time. I was wholly shocked and disturbed by this tale of sexual fetishism gone wrong; or right depends on how you look at it. A lonely wife with a fetish for Lions (yes I said Lions) spends her free time at the zoo masturbating while she watches the zookeeper feed the big cats raw meat. That’s really about as much as I can describe without giving away too much, it’s a short story after all. Needless to say that any fetish involving lions, the Kings of the Jungle (or the savannah if you want to be accurate) will usually end terribly. And it does, in a twisted depraved and utterly disturbing way. All I can say is wow! Truly truly twisted. I will be devouring (no pun intended) the rest of this fantastically sick collection ASAP! I suggest you do the same. Enjoy.
pure massacre 