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Shane Jesse Christmass - A novel. A series of itinerant scenes set in Washington, Manhattan. Science Fiction. Body. Manhattan. Arrival @ JFK. Death lands. Police Siren. Paper strainer. Fingers. Sheets. Banks. Newspaper. Alms box.


Shane Jesse Christmass, Police Force as a Corrupt Breeze, Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2016.


A novel. A series of itinerant scenes set in Washington, Manhattan. Science Fiction. Body. Manhattan. Arrival @ JFK. Death lands. Police Siren. Paper strainer. Fingers. Sheets. Banks. Newspaper. Alms box. Penn Station. Fall bleeding. Fleeing. Ravenous eyes. Humped from Hudson River. 42nd Street. Late lunch. Hash Browns. Draught Beer. Waiter. Piss-logged. Subway platform. Business calls. Madhab in car park. Cum. Carlos. Clean-living. Hurting. Yonkers racetrack. Edward G. Robinson. Vomit. Purity. Underage guy. Frantic homeless men fuck, Sadly strange men. Carlos. Kind man. Potential bodies. Bodies. Street phrases. Girl enters. Body. Basketball court. Prosthetics. Tears. Robots. Unusual animals. News tickers. ISIS. Civilian clothing. Mace rifles. Swallow Body. Free hand. Military votes. New leader. Dire. LCD. FDR. Drive. Off-ramp. Bombs. Violence. Blonde hair. Carlos. POTUS. Television screens. Human-machine symbiosis. Government interference.

Shane Jesse Christmass, ACID SHOTTAS, The Ledatape Organisation, 2013.

The purveyors of consciousness expanding LIED! They told you to TUNE IN, TURN ON, DROP OUT – but they did not qualify this statement. Dropping out from what to where to what again. Dropping from sanity to madness, to bad breath, the horrible cheap tab. ACID SHOTTAS is the aftermath. It is the mid-80s. Heavy Metal is rife. It’s pre-MDMA. Tacky, inexpensive acid is on the streets. This is the decade of hate. Cold War. Reaganomics. This is the aftermath. Wolf-shot words written to Dancehall and Acid House. Window Panes, Sugar, Mind Detergent, Microdots, Weddings Bells, Orange Cubes, Hits, Barrels, Tabs, Blotters, Heavenly Blue, Sugar Lumps, Sunshine, Tickets, Twenty Fives, Liquid and Liquid A. All different names for Acid… LSD and then there is Thenailomen. This is Samuel Cowley’s plunge into madness / mysticism / dancehall and acid. An indistinguishable situation of controlling Cohorts and bubbling psychosis. Apparitions flickering across Samuel’s mind. Most of the women hold their Spanish Brandy breath. They do not move. This novel couches literature into counterrevolutionary measures. The essence of the mentally anguished individual stands up for what it is, pitiable. Greetings folks! You’ll be approached and watched as you slip your tongue into the Thenailomen. The Nail of Men. Arterial connections. The detective agency shrills, shattering the late afternoon. Silences. Huge creatures stand, bunched like big come-ons. This horrible drug racket. Toy-like like the other sea scum. Fifth Avenue executives. Complex organisms. A yarn chain of parked cars. There’s the door to the hospital. Jittery girls moving in to embrace. Blunt jaws. A boatman comes ashore. The girl’s arms about me, mashing herself against my face, addicted to Thenailomen. Her shoulder. Stumbling among short minutes. The Shoe Co-op around 10am. You are not too caring… This is Vietnam…
with an introduction by Aaron Goldberg



Shane Jesse Christmass, Croak & Grist, Adelaides Paroxysm Press, 2008.


Read with caution. Croak & Grist is a psychotic collection of work from two thoroughbreds of the Paroxysm Press stable. The stories are host to paranoia, schizophrenia, illusion, delusion, mysticism, love and redemption, themes that are excruciatingly extracted, and transmitted in such an unflinching manner that they may cause a contamination in the mind.



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Shane Jesse Christmass was a member of the band Mattress Grave, and is currently a member in Snake Milker. He firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy.
An archive of his writing/artwork/music can be found at:
at entropy
at behance
in reality beach





Published Writing on the Internet:

Charcoaled Dogs With A Death Look @ Queen Mob's Teahouse
Electroshock Is Not Accepted By The LIbrary Staff @ Queen Mob's Teahouse
We Like Philosophers And Live Like Fools @ Berfrois
Cornea @ The Fanzine
Swollen Kimye and Mind Grope @ The Heavy Contortiionists
Bullshit & Basketball @ Enclave
Illusion @ Potluck Mag
Chaos Questions @ Enclave
Ill-Trimmed and Smoking Badly - We Made ACID SHOTTAS! @ Queen Mob's Teahouse
Up From The Carpet In K-Mart Hard-Press Me With Evil @ Reality Hands
Job + Artwork @ 22nd Century Lit
Hooks-Up Man Sweet Hook-Ups @ Purple Pig Lit
A Severe Form Of Skin Torture @ MΣΔ✞ CΘNFΣ✞✞I VOL 1
49.9% Sci-Fi @ The Lifted Brow: Digital
24 Stories About The Story @ Hollow Publishing
Un-Home @ Electric Cereal
War II @ The EEEL
WE’RE RUNNING BLOOD WE’RE RUNNING BLOOD WE’RE RUNNING BLOOD WE’RE RUNNING BLOOD @ Pressboard Press
Did All Voice Vanish With You? @ Minarets
An Understrapper With Eyesight @ Berfrois
Pepsi @ Fuck Fiction
Jesus Burped @ scroll, from fault
A Delightful Inconvenience in Discovering Limbs @ UP Literature

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