Shane Jesse Christmass is the author of ‘Acid Shottas'. He’s a member of the band Mattress Grave, and firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy.
Started and finished on October 30th 2023 Lean microdose of Shane Jesse Christmass around 30 or so pages but packed with detail expanding infinitely through its sparse prose. Like Christmass’ other work you would have to use a kitchen colander to sift through the sensory images for the story but you need to submit willingly and let it wash over you in a wave Destructive relationship at the core that takes on a cult-like revelry through its elliptical nature We are given the collected distilled essence of a life like a three-dimensional slideshow showcasing our menial repetitions Its liquid narrative exists everywhere and nowhere it’s literally beyond time or outside of it but tailored to what the collective unconscious envisions of a Houston in apocalyptic ruin About the energy and feelings places give off from a life lived like the dank residual memories of spaces Heightened passionate expressions of love in the form of betrayal, drug abuse, dangerous sex, and blunt graphic cruelty Overstimulating synesthetic stream of conscious word choice Moments of lucidity that feel like life preservers against a raging psychedelia Rereading the same passage could conjure completely different images Earnest piece of art that doesn’t over intellectualize The final line gave me chills and left me with a lingering bitter sweetness long after