SLASHER

[October_2022] (300pp)

NO FRILLS.
A SON OF SALEM.
A SON OF SPLEEN.
NYC IS THE CARCASS OF A DECAPITATED VAMPIRE.
GATE THIS CITY IN & LET ME DO MY JOB.
A SMEAR OF NIGHT. ANY NIGHT. EVERY NIGHT.
A BLACK OCEAN BECKONS.

A tale of violence, mental illness, hallucination, and internal terror turned outward. 300 pages in full bleeding color. Surreal. Absurd. Phenomenological. Horror.

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Foreword (excerpt) by LOGAN BERRY, author of (Run Off Sugar) Crystal Lake (11:11) & Letters to Artaud (Self-Fuck) _

I’d be remiss not to mention: blood, and lots of it, redolent of metallic sick and carbonated honey organs, casted in synthetic tree flesh, a curse preserved and circulated. If we agree with the author that this book is a work of, “slasher worship,” then we must also agree that it’s an apt and ample offering to the pantheon of American gods and godesses, to the slasher-gorgons living rent-free in the bowels of our collective psyche.