(Being a collection of mostly short mostly stories by Rob Callahan, with an introductory essay by MontiLee Stormer)


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By the time you read this I'll be a myth. I don't know exactly what kind. Maybe I'll still be a god, maybe I'll be the devil, or maybe some cautionary folk tale mothers use to scare their kids into behaving, if there are still any mothers and kids left in the world. Maybe I'll just be the Bogey Man, my manifestations reduced from flesh and blood to ( Read more... )

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Myspace seems to be down, so here are some photos I'd have normally put there:

By request, Brandon:

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Nothing is fucked here, Dude. Nothing is fucked.

(And before you start asking, I'm fine. I'm single, fit, financially solvent, safe and productive. All the things I'd been convinced I didn't deserve, I have. I'm better than I've been since '04, possibly much longer. It's everyone else around me. Those people need to know that nothing is fucked... ( Read more... )

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What am I bid for RL Stine's cell phone number?