I walk back to the living room and pick up my discarded shirt, taking my cigarettes out of the pocket and lighting one.

i’ve never been any kind of athlete or anything, but am i seriously the only person who realizes that infants are the perfect punting shape? This, in turn opens the door to reflections of the legitimacy of legal crimes involving dead bodies such as desecration, necrophilia or even cannibalism.Ever so once in a while, I like getting into a new author and book without any (or the most minimal at least) form of background info check like reading the blurb or reviews.

I will say this, if you can look past what's happening on the surface of the story you will absolutely love the author and the bleak tale he crafted. I won't include a list of them because (spoilers) but also because I can just say that if you think of a trigger, it's present in this book. Being already familiar with 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧's terrific style, I knew this book would be well written, however, I didn't expect it to have such a deranged dark humor.Those are the questions that are swimming through the greymatter within my skull after having just finished reading DEAD INSIDE by Chandler Morrison. the mc is obviously very disgruntled and grossed out by the fact that he’s actually relating to another human being and to his absolute horror, he actually starts to like her, in his own sociopathic way. This story is pretty much American Psycho meets Exquisite Corpse if Jughead Jones (angsty CW edition) was the narrator, written by someone who never totally outgrew their middle school edgelord phase. He's able to accomplish this fucked-up exploration of self-discovery because of his job as a night shift hospital security guard. During the process he finds himself immensely aroused by Helen and has sex with her despite the fact she is living and this upsets the balance of his life more than he intended it to and tries to break things off with Helen.

Since the author made me squirm a time or two, it bothered me; Kudos to the author, that has only happened a few times. I’m talking about the kind of book that will be stuck with me for a very long time because this is absolutely insane. it's as if Chandler Morrison wanted to tell a love story about two very abnormal people falling in love and finding a special kind of comfort in knowing that they have been seen by someone and accepted for who they are but he found that a little on the boring side so to really explore what that would look like, he made sure these two very abnormal people were abnormal to a ridiculous, obscene amount of abnormal. The whole story kind of feels like it has a veil of thirteen year old goth edge to it, but I’d say that’s intentional because the character narrating is one of these “strange and unusual” types who doesn’t have much in the way of social skills, after all, he doesn’t usually have to woo his ladies. SO, the main character in this book conveniently works as a security guard at a hospital, because obviously it’s the perfect place for him to indulge in all his fucked up desires.There is no trigger warning out there that can prepare you for the horrors that lay waiting within this book. It’s just beyond belief that anything like this could ever happen in real life but honestly, it did its job, freaked me the hell out, and is a book I will never forget. But even though many scenes were gross, the main characters weird, and the whole setting utterly depraved I enjoyed the excellent prose and couldn't put the book down.

His revulsion towards respiration, sigh, warmth, wetness or even blood circulation might seem amusing, almost comical at first, but on a second thought it is consistent with his sexual orientation. It's like trying to assign a rating to some bloke breaking into your backyard while you're having a barbecue with your mates and throwing a live iguana on the grill – you can't look away, and you probably feel guilty for enjoying it.

like, “why are you eating that dead baby,” or “what the fuck is going on here,” or “don’t you at least want some sauce to dip that in, or something. Mind you, I did read “WOOM” by Duncan Ralston and thought that was another insane, creepy, disgusting kind of book but my goodness, “Dead Inside” took it to levels I never thought could be possible. that’s the only question i’m able to force past my lips, despite the existence of other, more obvious, inquiries. One is a hospital security guard who has taboo sexual desires, the other a maternity doctor who has an appetite for something you won’t find on any restaurant menu.