Ragnaropus was created when androgynous pulp artist Eph G. and anorexic surrealist Doxy Demimond were playing a melted Nintendo DS in the Tate Museum. Here, one thing led to another, and they began... More > intellectual conversation concerning the end of the world. They drove back to the airport, and whilst they drove, G.G. Allin CDs were played ad infinitum. Unfortunately, Eph had a laptop with her at the time, and for the next four days, the duo wrote nonstop. Even in the bathrooms, where they proved quite the nuisance, shouting things like, "Yes! Death to the Messiah by bondage! Brilliant!", and, " Nothing's better than a punk rock archangel dyke!" But, here is what they shat out, dripping and warm, in all of its pure, unalderated, uncut glory (or shame, depending on the rabid critic). Enjoy their meaningless compilation of page-long apocalyptic prophecies.< Less
In the vein of true revolutionaries, Eph G. and Doxy Demimond once again manage to capture their trademark "intelligently perverse" musings, vulgar and brilliant, in a way that even the... More > most anarchistic of writers hasn't attempted. It's not an anthology... it's not a scrapbook... it's not poetry, and it's certainly not a story... It's, well, G. and Demimond making distinct, groundbreaking literature, as they always have, and this is possibly their best yet. They tackle an unimaginable slew of subjects, from a French girl traveling with the Cyberpunk Queen into a desecrated Heaven in a bathtub to screenplays about dysfunctional families of undead hicks to commentary about videogame violence. Forget anything you ever thought a book was; this is "The Orange Catheter".< Less
In the vein of true revolutionaries, Eph G. and Doxy Demimond once again manage to capture their trademark "intelligently perverse" musings, vulgar and brilliant, in a way that even the... More > most anarchistic of writers hasn't attempted. It's not an anthology... it's not a scrapbook... it's not poetry, and it's certainly not a story... It's, well, G. and Demimond making distinct, groundbreaking literature, as they always have, and this is possibly their best yet. They tackle an unimaginable slew of subjects, from a French girl traveling with the Cyberpunk Queen into a desecrated Heaven in a bathtub to screenplays about dysfunctional families of undead hicks to commentary about videogame violence. Forget anything you ever thought a book was; this is "The Orange Catheter".< Less
Ragnaropus was created when androgynous pulp artist Eph G. and anorexic surrealist Doxy Demimond were playing a melted Nintendo DS in the Tate Museum. Here, one thing led to another, and they began... More > intellectual conversation concerning the end of the world. They drove back to the airport, and whilst they drove, G.G. Allin CDs were played ad infinitum. Unfortunately, Eph had a laptop with her at the time, and for the next four days, the duo wrote nonstop. Even in the bathrooms, where they proved quite the nuisance, shouting things like, "Yes! Death to the Messiah by bondage! Brilliant!", and, " Nothing's better than a punk rock archangel dyke!" But, here is what they shat out, dripping and warm, in all of its pure, unalderated, uncut glory (or shame, depending on the rabid critic). Enjoy their meaningless compilation of page-long apocalyptic prophecies.< Less
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