i̠s̠ a̠ b̠o̠o̠k̠s̠h̠o̠p̠,̠ a̠n̠ a̠r̠c̠h̠i̠v̠e̠,̠ a̠ c̠o̠l̠l̠e̠c̠t̠i̠o̠n̠ o̠f̠ n̠e̠w̠ a̠n̠d̠ s̠e̠c̠o̠n̠d̠ h̠a̠n̠d̠ b̠o̠o̠k̠s̠,̠ z̠i̠n̠e̠s̠,̠ l̠e̠t̠t̠e̠r̠s̠ a̠n̠d̠ w̠o̠r̠k̠s̠ o̠n̠ p̠a̠p̠e̠r̠.̠

Literal Madness is a disseminator of text in the way like writing disseminates encounters with nothingness. Or madness.
Literal Madness loves dyi publishing practices and sells old texts to finance the production of new ones.
Literal Madness is a love story born from the romanticism of sharing references. Or from desiring through other’s desires.
Literal Madness imagines a web, an organism, a body without organs. Where the daughter’s body always survives, but not her unified self.
Literal Madness likes sexy text, text through desire, love and circle jerks, text on the madness born from love.