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Pulp Noir,
Film Noir,
Art Noir,
Macabre,
Morbidity,
Horror,
Erotica,
Crime and Mystery,
Dames broads and sluts,
Superheros,
Anti-heros,
Dim Light,
Dark of Night,
Sin City,
Lack of law and morals,
Degraded urban landscapes,
Raunchy women,
Hot Bods,
Perky Bazooms,
Femme Fatals,
Thrills chills spills and kills,
Sharp Things,
Blades,
Beer breath,
Smoky bars,
Skulls,
Painting,
Panting,
Drawing,
Photography,
Collecting, uh, I dunno - things,
Web design,
Bat-chasing during Samhuinn bonfires,
Dark art,
Exotic sex,
Tantalising bondage,
RebelRodz magazine,
Gothic Beauty magazine,
Heavy Metal magazine,
Tattoos,
Piercings,
Demonology/Demonolatry,
Music,
The Occult Sciences,
Cold Weather,
Rustling leaves,
Cemeteries,
Graveyards,
Dark literature,
Wines, ales and beers

Pretense, Pastel colours,

PULPeYe Publications(tm) aims to impact your reading experience with 'entertainment only' subject matter, intended for readers unashamed of indulging cloaked, inward fancies. Nearly all genres are represented in the diverse, twisted writing styles of each of the featured authors. Our intention is that each piece--whether poetry, prose, fetish, blog or erotica--will evoke some emotional unease. Our target audience: the 'mature reader'--those not afraid to allow their eyes to fall upon the risqué, the unholy, the unbelievable, the absurd-- will find those elements which pique and prod sundry infernal curiosities and fascinations, and allow them release into worlds of much freer reading pleasure.

The disgruntled, selective reader, who prefers to have their aesthesia assailed and challenged, will have their sensibilities singed indeed. You've been warned.

So when darkness falls and your day is done, dim the lights and fetch that paperback of sordid tales: the one with irresistible reads, the one you smuggle with you everywhere--to steal glimpses at every opportunity, to feed that insatiable imp that looms in the dusty recesses of your psyche. It's your own personal tome--unmistakably yours--with dog-eared corners, and tattered cover hiding the smudged pages. Then, fill the air with the ambience of Saint-Saëns' Danse Macabre or something equally as eerie--whatever sets the mood--and turn the volume low. Sink into your favourite plush chair, or if you'd rather, retreat into a closet and commence delighting your morbid whimsies. Lose yourself within the fantastic stories printed on those dingy pages, as the turn of each leaf further envelops you in its warm, maternal embrace.