the vynsane asylum

Alas, my dear mother died in childbirth, may God rest her soul. Were it not for the ruffians of Dickensian England, more specifically those chaps of Whitechapel, I likely would have passed on to the great beyond myself. As it were, I grew in both mental capacity and stature, to become the Duke of E...

Oh, dear dear me. This is indubitably the tragic turn of events. The one calling himself by the nom de plume of anarky was far from being a poet and a scholar, but it is always unfortunate when the young and foolish are led to their demise at the hands of sorely lacking pop artists like lambs to th...

Dell Rusk, you unenviable cur, you disgust me in every way imaginable. Although I normally would not stoop to such a level as to hurl insults at a half-simian buffoon such as yourself, and the crass humour of the denizens of this website has kept me at bay for quite some time, I have ascertained th...