Heartworm Press

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I Offered Myself As The Sea by Eric Paul. The new poetry collection by the author of Pussy Pow-Wow and the vocalist and lyricist of The Chinese Stars and Arab On Radar.
" twisted, fractured, and beautiful words from one of the undergrounds greatest frontmen" --Nick Zinner, of the band Yeah Yeah Yeahs and also author of I Hope You Are All Happy Now, Slept In Beds, and No Seats On The Party Car.
"With this more than worthy follow-up to his pseudonymous debut as Mr. Pottymouth, Eric Paul proves again that he’s the East Coast equivalent of Brautigan and Bukowski for a new generation. Pointedly whimsical, sexy and absurd, dopamine reuptake inhibitor damaged and soaked in booze, I Offered Myself As The Sea is a welcome dose of lyrical medicine in a lackluster literary landscape currently plagued by mediocre MFAsters and blasé bloggists. Recommended for those with broken hearts, bloody noses, enlarged livers, strong stomachs, and bold, buzzing brains. " --Zack Wentz, author of the Garbageman and the Prostitute.
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Indestructible Wolves of the Apocalypse Junkyard by Max G. Morton. A seven-story porthole into the sacrilege unknown. Morton takes us from the suburban wasteland of the 1980’s and onward to the creepy crawls of a New York that no longer exists, while blurring and crossing cult cinema and music’s line between fantasy and reality. From arson-happy skinheads to shootouts with snuff-collecting undercovers, and from Patty Waters’ voodoo love to Cupid’s syringe, Indestructible Wolves is a sexually charged frenzy of a drug-addled memoir, a true testimony of an authentic original.
"Max G Morton is the real deal...his stories speak to the beauty in the darkness...rock n roll on paper." -Justin Strauss( of Milk ’n’ Cookies)
Reading the words of Max G. Morton is like being in an acid tinged dream (or nightmare) of Hubert Selby Jr. or a male Lydia Lunch if they were teenagers growing up in the seventies or maybe eighties in a seedy town this side of nowheresville. I was hooked like a pig in a donut shop from the first sentence I read. "We pitched in for a hooker that looked liked a dusted blacksploitation starlet in a made for TV movie about the rise and fall of the Mary Jane Girls." Enough drugs, sex and monster references to satisfy even the most retarded, reminded me a bit of my life growing up in suburbia."
-Bob Bert(BBGun Magazine, Pussy Galore, Sonic Youth)
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