Alas, I decided to check into self-edit mode and not scare off prospective posters. It might pop back later, under auspicious circumstance. That some may wank off to such depravity scares me in a way, but the stories must be told. I hope the material, in all its sweaty, mind-bending, sometimes degrading entirety, continues to flow. I'd like to cook up a short dadaist-like manifesto at some point, but the graphics themselves might tell the story in better fashion than any text.

That Regina Walters picture is not letting me sleep right.
That's part of the focus of the thread - check out the space b/w the wank and the horror.