Bob @ Beauty in Ruins
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These are the chronicles of a book addict, a photo junkie, and an aspiring author, rewriting the very fabric of reality one page (and one snapshot) at a time. From the strange to the unusual; the abandoned to the abnormal; the haunted to the historic; the supernatural to the surreal; the forests of dark fantasy, the cemeteries of gothic horror, and the post-apocalyptic ruins of science fiction are the landscapes of my imagination.
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WTF Friday: Principles Lost in the Cleavage of Angels and Demons by Dilland Doe
They're often an underground of sort of literature, best shared through guilty whispers, and often with embarrassed grins. These are our WTF Friday reads!
Titties. Fun bags. Jumbo mumbos. Zongas. Milk bags. Twin peaks. Boppers. Gazingas.
In case the title, the cover, or the suggestive (.) (.) section breaks didn't give it away, Principles Lost in the Cleavage of Angels and Demons is a story about breasts. Dilland Doe uses every one of those terms to describe the impossibly, perfectly large breasts of angels, demons, humans, and lizard people - many of which glow, jiggle, bounce, and (in one pivotal case) expel weaponized milk with explosive force.
Deliberately juvenile and sophomoric at times, this is a story that's actually rather clever, set in a post-apocalyptic future where demons have taken over the Earth. Our hero, Keanu, is the one man with the knowledge of how to open a portal into heaven. The demons want it to wage war against the angels, and the lizard men want it to kill god, but all Keanu wants to do is ask god to save humanity.
It's a wild and crazy ride through dimensions, full of R-rated sex and violence. The story is funny as hell (pun intended), but also surprisingly thoughtful at times, with some interesting explorations of the nature of good versus evil, and the role of creation versus evolution. It's so silly, and so deliberately over the top, that it's hard to take offense to even the most politically incorrect aspects (like the sex slave with the Japanese sounding name who talks like a Vietnam War prostitute), which is part of its charm.
Scoff all you want, and titter as you must at the endless breast puns, but it's a thoroughly entertaining read with a messy, violent climax that more than delivered on its premise.