Planetoid Sassafras

A raw, unexpurgated look atthe most depraved planet in theuniverse... Never before has anaccount been published on thisexplosive interstellar subject.

Welcome to Planetoid Sassafrass, where time is measuredAfter Marx, moons lust after each other in the sky, andhuman diseases are just another fashion statement. On thiscosmic fleshpot you will find a red-hot series of scintillatingvignettes dripping over with mucus and cellulo-eroticeffluent. Why not join Zjracnim, Belly Mundus, and Lusty ol'Moon 13 on the wildest ride this side of Arcturus? Antennasout, space cadet-here in the throbbing coccoonroompleasure is just the beginning.

Stephanie Klein is a cheerleader for surrealism's role inconfounding the logic of capitalism. Yet Planetoid Sassafrasrather is the logic of capitalism: life reduced to the mindless, compulsive stroking of sensory receptors, oblivious to allelse, even if it means the end of life. And it goes one betterthan that: there is none of capitalism's suffocating samenessto be found here. Planetoid Sassafras is marvelous, hilarious, frightening and-its only real affinity with capitalism-hypnotic. It is an "Ero-Death cosmology", perhaps best readwhile seated in a moldy-rice-stuffed chair, the book held ateye-level by a dead, spotted hand.

- Patrik Sampler, author of The Ocean Container

Listen up meatbrains and unzipped larval spongeforms.This book of schizocompressed visioning is as beautiful asluminous neon fleshtrees, scantily clad corneas, dark fecalexplosions, and giggling fishes merrily surfing gelatinouswaves under ejaculating green skies. Better than a localperformance of "Traditional Intestinal Theatre"

- Ron Sakolsky, author ofScratching the Tiger's Belly & Seizing the Airways

If H.P. Lovecraft were to be kidnapped by a reptilian army, fed psilocybin from a trashcan, butt-fucked by the animatedcorpse of Georges Bataille, and impregnated with his own gutflora, he might finally give birth to a shuddering ball of hotspace rock called Planetoid Sassafras. Resistance to StephanieKlein is futile. Sure, she has some unhygienic ideas, and she'snot entirely trustworthy. But once she's had her way with you, you'll be glad you surrendered.

- Merl Fluin, author of The Golden Cut