The Midnight Blade of Sonic Honey

Blue sapphire icicles were cried out of this synthetic eye evoking the cold appearance of a dark witch who kept her animals in cages who moved her freight elevators up just like she went down on her dumb waiters and who sliced off the heads of infidels expecting the interior of their bodies to be an emerald honeycomb of light that would weep strange songs. <br /><br /> <em><b> The Midnight Blade of Sonic Honey </b></em> is the pairing of a surrealist novel and an automatic text by Eric W. Bragg written nearly seven years apart but which tell the same story albeit as complementary permutations of each other. Dripping with bile and centered within a gothic sensibility this journey opens the reader's skull like a freshly cracked coconut. With illustrations by Ribitch.<br /><br /> An imprint of Oyster Moon Press. <br />