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THE WORKS (some of them):
- Bullets and Barf (OOP-But coming back soon)
- Wet dreams upon a sandy beach (OOP-But
coming back soon)
- Absolute Truth (or A Shockingly Realistic &
Arbitrary, Detailed Synthetic Replica thereof)
- Words & Turds
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- This book of poetic rage is just as the title describes—a
work of unparalleled verbosity that has been accused of having railed
against the injustices of a world gone mad within the stew of its own
stupidity, inanity and swill; such that there is left but little hope for
the future. And we'd all (those of us with half a brain left) better just
get used to the foolish running our lives and the lowest human, common
denominators succeeding to great heights; to the detriment of all true and
great art, and the promise of a life everlasting (depending on your view of
heaven (which I'm sure everyone's wish includes the promise of 72 virgins to
do our bidding, so to speak)).
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- Absolute Truth (or A Shockingly Realistic &
Arbitrary, Detailed Synthetic Replica thereof)
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The book that started it all. A seminal (and I do mean seminal;
in that there is semen liberally sprinkled over each and every page, in a
hedonistic rite from the ancient Greek Mystery religions) work. An automatic
biography dictated from a hidden voice deep in Mr. Dunski's head that
screamed to get out—and finally did. "What can I say
about Dunski; what can be said about perfection?", as one critic described
it.
- Death crawls over my skin like A Large,
hairy, Green Spider that eats her young and then retches them up Again
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And what, indeed, could be said of this collection of Puletzer-winning riffs on
a theme that the title doesn't already make painfully explicit?
Unprecedented dents in the armor of the Social Hypocrisy Machine. Get'um
while they're hot!
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