Fencifity

I am not angry now. I have my german tobacco back. Everything is fine. I have two review copies of Fences. I can hold my book. Here:

Fences can be used well.

Fences is highly readable.

Fences is in stark contrast to other things.
The text inside of Fences is well good.


Fences looks nice.

If you have already Pre-Ordered Fences then you are good. You will get your copies in a few weeks or a month or something. You will get them. Thankyou. You will get some sort of free gift. Chris East suggested a key ring. If you have not pre-ordered Fences then you can do that here but only if you want to mate.

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Its 4.54am.

I AM ANGRY like a wolf maybe.




FUCKSSAKES.
















































































































finished a book called "This boy was not expected to live. He was not immunised but chastised. His legs were broken. Buy this book. A child gets hurt". James Chapman said nice things about it. If anyone wants to read it then let me know i guess; brooksben@hotmail.co.uk

One day they will fold

My second book "An Island of Fifty" will be published by ML Press next June. You can read shit about it HERE.

From the publisher:

"In jump & scatter prose, AN ISLAND OF FIFTY is a profound & prophetic collage of the surreal & violent, a novel(la) that tells us of a civilization as it once stood, as it goes, as it happens to be"

PRE ORDER FENCES.

The cuts sustained from barbed wire are rarely as deep as ours became when we grew

There is no such thing as poetry. You are beautiful. There is not such thing as poetry. You are beautiful.

There is no such thing as poetry, and you would do well to remember that when making major life decisions.

We spent a night in Prague afterwards. You said the city was beautiful, I said could you please just shut the fuck up. Look at your stupid little fucking hands I said, who the fuck are you?

That’s how things work now. You want to fall in love because this;

There is a teal blitzkrieg no a drunken storm of bullets no a steel wave taller than God no there are mines though and men, wide honest men. What does that matter? Honesty. All medicine is palliative, strip to your ribs mother.

The allure lies in the hypothetical realm of Me and You and Fuck Off Miranda July.

In Prague I wanted to see you naked because I do not give a shit about anything or anyone. Yes I do. She is small and the waves hit her knees. There is a CIA interrogation technique where you hit the knees with a hammer until they liquefy. I think life is beautiful.