The Center is Barbaric the Periphery is Without Lights :: Tim Earley

I aborted the crass recursions with which the URBAN METAL insutured and pared my face. My faciality was the rendered heart of a LUXURIOUS SHREW. I ought to conceal ye by confiding in me. I ought to explicate the HORROR CRIME and make a special section of THE BOOK. It was given to me that an enormous black peach grew in my savior’s eye and he was therefore named SIGURD-PEACH-IN-THE-EYE.

THE BOOK

The Center is Barbaric the Periphery is Without Lights is a hand-typeset, letterpress edition of 150.

THE AUTHOR

Tim Earley...