A bizarro tribute to Spaghetti westerns, H.P. Lovecraft, and foot fetish enthusiasts. Screwhorse, Nevada is legendary for its violent and unusual pleasures, but when a mysterious gunslinger drags a wooden donkey into the desert town, the stage is set for a bloodbath unlike anything the west has eve
Fistful of Feet
โ Scribed by Jordan Krall
- Publisher
- Eraserhead Press
- Year
- 2009
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 99 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Product Description
A bizarro tribute to Spaghetti westerns, HP Lovecraft, and foot fetish enthusiasts. Screwhorse, Nevada is legendary for its violent and unusual pleasures, but when a mysterious gunslinger drags a wooden donkey into the desert town, the stage is set for a bloodbath unlike anything the west has ever seen. His name is Calamaro, and he's from New Jersey. Featuring Cthulhu-worshipping Indians, a woman with four feet, a Giallo-esque serial killer, a crazed gunman who is obsessed with sucking on candy, Syphilis-ridden mutants, ass juice, burping pistols, sexually transmitted tattoos, and a house devoted to the freakiest fetishes, Jordan Krall's Fistful of Feet is the weirdest western ever written.
From the Author
This is my tribute to the Spaghetti Western and the giallo genres. It is quite weird so if you tend to scratch your head at strange literature....You've been warned.
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