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Jeremy Void's Anti-Matter: Poem for the Manic Nihilist is packed with punches, insightful grudges, and emotional sludges that will make you feel and think in a way you never thought possible.

This is the fourth installment of the SkullFuck Collection. Just sit back and let the images consume you...

This is the third sect of Jeremy Void's "The SkullFuck Collection." Following first Erase Your Face: The SkullFuck Collection, then I Need Help: The SkullFuck Collection, A Crass Philosophy is brighter, badder, and much more vivid. The laughs are sicker and more livid, the thrills more twisted and riveting. You don't want to miss the cutthroat imagery of A Crass Philosophy: The SkullFuck Collection.

Horror, suspense, and humor, mixed with a splash of insanity, and a Punk rock beat traversing the pages and tainting the words with a terminal angst that can only be found deep down inside the madness that lurks inside Jeremy Void's mind. He brings you quick, precise verses that will slice through your skull and fester in the darkest regions of your brain. You will laugh, you will cry, and you might even rip your eyes out of their sockets. You will hate him, and you will love him. So move over, Jim Carroll and Patti Smith and Richard Hell and other well-known Punk rock poets of our time, and make room for this new upstart poet called Jeremy Void. He will rock you, and he will shock you, and halfway through your eyes will be glued to the pages within this book. Jeremy Void brings you Punk rock poetry for a new generation. He tells it like it is, shows you what it isn't, and delivers raucous punch after raucous punch of brutal honesty that is so truthful it seems impossible.

Jeremy Void has another book of poetry. Poetry for Punks, the way it's meant to be. Poems range from Uncle Sam raping a woman with a shopping bag on TV, to heavy, detailed tellings of a young man struggling to break out from the nefarious clutches of addiction. From feeling like an alien in a world filled with brainless entertainment and only wanting, needing, a place of his own where Jeremy Void can be free to be himself, to spinning violent webs of thought in his own head and wanting, needing, an escape from his own madness before it murders him. Jeremy Void has lived a wild life, fast-paced and thrilling, and now, having slipped out of that killer lifestyle unscathed, he brings you poetry that demonstrates the derelict ways of his past. Torn, mixed-up, and rotten, Jeremy Void is a lyrical mastermind, spinning one engrossing poem after another.

I don't love a whole lot. I might have loved you way back when but that has passed and now I'm here, today is not yesterday, nor is it tomorrow. Today is today, and yesterday I soared in the clouds with vicious bats. Tomorrow I might climb a mountain, but today this muse is shoutin for me to create something worth viewing-something higher than might but smaller than that which bites. Words are the love of my life, the thing that keeps me going when all is down and the bets are rattling at me telling me to quit.I fall asleep as streams of words pour from my mind, I walk through a matrix of words as they buzz past my sight. I listen to the words; they speak to me, they glow and fluctuate in the night. They stand above everything and when I die, these words will whisk me up to heavenso I can say goodbye.

This is Jeremy Void's darkest collection yet. It is dark and crass, but rather honest and sincere. It's angry and sometimes even quite brutal, but can also be sweet and sentimental. Jeremy Void demonstrates in this book his ability to delve into depression but also keeping it real, and without falling under the category of emo.when i was a kidi heard punk rock & i knewi wanted to do it too.as i got older & i read my first bookright then & there i knewive gotta write one too.

Since the epic release of Derelict America, Jeremy Void has continued to create gut-wrenching, heart-startling stories that almost jump out at you, clutch the collar of your shirt, and hold you tight. The stories in Nefarious Endeavors are faster, crazier, and so much more cutting edge.Police are out in force, joking and laughing as they round up a couple teenage drug addicts. An oversexed man falls in love with a Punk rocker who won't put out. A wild drug-fueled car ride down the highway quickly speeds out of control. A man's descent into madness-will he make it out alive or fall victim to the demons of his mind? Many questions are sparked within these pages, and many answers are shattered.Nefarious Endeavors is an orgasmic thrill the whole family can enjoy.

First, he brought you short fiction with his debut book, Derelict America. Then he brought you even more short fiction, better faster and more severe than the last, with Nefarious Endeavors. Then he brought you poetry, mostly nonfiction based on his own sick existence, with Smash a Lightbulb. Which was followed by a collection of visual poetry called ""The SkullFuck Collection"" in his fourth book, Erase Your Face.Now Jeremy Void, having mastered the English language, grammar, and all things verbal, brings you a collection of experimental prose and poetry, taking his writing in a whole new direction.