This is an audio book. The book is abattoirketchup178 by Harrison R. Charles. It's an 8 part, folk horror comedy that follows the blog entries of a septuagenarian man clumsily attempting to free people from the shackles of earthly existence. He follows his visions and visitations, attempting to leave the body behind. It’s J G Ballard meets Peep Show meets your grandad muttering along to the TV. It’s fantasy/eco-fiction underneath a greasy fried breakfast. It’s a leap of faith, like entering a curry house because of the picture of a celebrity and the owner in the window. Step in.
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This is an audio book. The book is abattoirketchup178 by Harrison R. Charles. It's an 8 part, folk horror comedy that follows the blog entries of a septuagenarian man clumsily attempting to free people from the shackles of earthly existence. He follows his visions and visitations, attempting to leave the body behind. It’s J G Ballard meets Peep Show meets your grandad muttering along to the TV. It’s fantasy/eco-fiction underneath a greasy fried breakfast. It’s a leap of faith, like entering a curry house because of the picture of a celebrity and the owner in the window. Step in.
abattoirketchup178 2/8 unveils the ecological warfare humans have unknowingly been recruited into. Along with the climate crisis, there are men who look like sausage rolls, quad biking sushi and a wheel-chaired old lady dressed as Elvis.
abattoirketchup178
This is an audio book. The book is abattoirketchup178 by Harrison R. Charles. It's an 8 part, folk horror comedy that follows the blog entries of a septuagenarian man clumsily attempting to free people from the shackles of earthly existence. He follows his visions and visitations, attempting to leave the body behind. It’s J G Ballard meets Peep Show meets your grandad muttering along to the TV. It’s fantasy/eco-fiction underneath a greasy fried breakfast. It’s a leap of faith, like entering a curry house because of the picture of a celebrity and the owner in the window. Step in.
