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This is the second death. The one that comes after you've already died once and God wouldn't let you stay dead. Andy Mullenax is back, still bleeding, still laughing, still trying to fuck his way into heaven and drink his way out of hell. From dodge-ball nipples to Solomon's harem, from Colombian mystery wives to the psychic scar tissue left behind from every girl you ever loved. Volume 13 is the unapologetic continuation of a man who refuses to edit the apocalypse out of his love letters. Heroin hymns. Butt-hole liturgies. A stripper codex beat in the foreground. The audible voice of Elijah screaming through a Hennessy bottle. Every page is a suicide note that forgot to kill itself. There is no healing. There is no plot. There is only the relentless, filthy, holy question: If love never dies, why does everybody keep leaving the body? ""I fucked up and got fucked up again. Kiss kiss, much soft love. I believe."" Red Book Volume 13 -a 316,810-character seizure of the heart. -a clown suicide in nine acts. -the gospel according to the last drunk prophet still dumb enough to believe a pretty girl's eyes can save him. For the ones still writing their ex-wife's name in piss on the sands of time. For the ones who heard the cry in the wilderness and answered anyway. For the ones who know the kingdom of God belongs to the children we killed before they were born. Open it. Bleed with it. Burn it when you're done. It'll still be inside you tomorrow.

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