For all you bibliophiles, a few granular thoughts about Brion Gysin and Wyndham Lewis, written so long ago they qualify as pre-historic: “Roundup at the O.P. Corral.” Topic: “To Master, A Long Goodnight” vs. “America and Cosmic Man.”
And for all you pervs out there, here’s the opening of a literary monograph by Supervert, Necrophilia Variations”: 
Inevitably there came a point at which I had to pause and ask myself: How would you like it? How would you like to be lying there on the autopsy table having the coroner slice you up into a variety of sexual aids? The femur bone makes a fine dildo. Intestines are natural prophylactics. The heart, that organ of romance, can be used as a four-chambered pocket pussy. Whatever remains of your body afterward can be filled with KY instead of embalming fluid — or vice versa, perhaps a horny little necro nymph will come along and leech the embalming fluid from your body to use as a “personal lubricant.” Who knows? The possibilities are endless. Do you prefer your corpse to be a waste produce or a sex object?
Mikey Houellebecq would be jealous … heh?
Postscript: And from my earlier life:
Jed Birmingham surveys the avant-garde publications of Jan Herman: the Nova Broadcasts, the San Francisco Earthquake, and his collaborations with William S. Burroughs.
