By Zelig Rana
What if the world is prepared to end, not with a bang, nor a whimper, but with a chorus of passionate moans and vulgar rutting grunts? Thirteen tales of sex magic, demonic possession, and coming of age merge in this maelstrom of deviant violence. Housewives will get kinky with their immersion blenders, corporate executives will nosedive from their offices, straight people will slide into ovens, and the world will end. This is not a post-apocalyptic speculation, it is a pre-apocalyptic manifesto, or a warning, depending on your feelings about the world and the idea of it ending. Zelig Rana is the collective pseudonym chosen by a group of crusty scoundrels who are bringing this text into the world. Is there a lingering curiosity? Do questions burble in your grubby little mind? More than you likely want to know is available to you. You can come and touch us at Heteropocalypse.noblogs.org or firstname.lastname@example.org.
- 92 pages
- CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (11/28/15)
- 5 x 0.2 x 8 inches