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SJXSJC 'The Sex Shops of Sherman Oaks'
£21.49
Amphetamine Sulphate
SJXSJC 'The Sex Shops of Sherman Oaks'
£21.49
Paperback, 190 pages. B&W illustrations by Steven Purtill.
An hallucinatory SF novel painted in overloaded electronic prose and absolute poetic mayhem. Imagine William S. Burroughs and the Marquis de Sade contemplating the end of the world from a flophouse on 42nd Street. A bruising love letter to language and lysergic lycanthropy. AS SF is here.
An hallucinatory SF novel painted in overloaded electronic prose and absolute poetic mayhem. Imagine William S. Burroughs and the Marquis de Sade contemplating the end of the world from a flophouse on 42nd Street. A bruising love letter to language and lysergic lycanthropy. AS SF is here.
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