This is the novella My Love Affair with David Lynch by Jason Rogers and Peachy Like Dark Clown Porn Snuff for Terrorists and Gorefiends , the short story collection by David Tamarin. This is absurd, surreal, dark, demented, and bizzaro literature at its...well...most screwed up.
What the fuck was this shit I just read? And yes, I do mean SHIT! Now, first off let me say that I am a huge horror fan with eclectic taste. I read everything from Poe to Wrath James White, from Stephen King to Edward Lee. I love mild horror, supernatural, serial killers, bizarre, monsters and everything in between. But there is a point when being fucked up for no reason other than to try and see how far you can go becomes not only boring, but tedious. I was told that David L. Tamarin was a pretty good and extreme writer, so I have tried his work. This is not the first thing I have read by him, but it will surely be the last. What works for other extreme writers like Bryan Smith, Shane McKenzie, Wrath James White, JF Gonzalez, Edward Lee and so many others is they have an actual storyline and characters to go with their wacked out ideas. Not so here. I mean the story by Jason Rogers isn't as bad, though I feel he tries way to hard to write like someone else, other that writing what he normally does. Mr. Tamarin on the other hand, writes the way a four year old psychopath would think. Blood, guts, sex and body fluids. Nothing makes sense. I feel dumb just for reading this and need to go wash my brain with some actual literature to earn some of my lost brain cells back. Thank you for wasting my time.