Seattle, Washignton “This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”                                           -BFA Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl. I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless. Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup! This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”

Seattle, Washignton

“This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”
                                          -BFA

Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl.

I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless.

Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup!

This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”


2 years ago