Bøger af Michael Allen Rose

Collected here for the first time, you will find the patreon reward chapbooks of Michael Allen Rose for 2017. Bizarro. Horror. Weird literary madness. Plays. Syntax. Stories. Absurdism. Sink pirhanas. Weird beards. Floating children looking for their demon daddy. Unbeatable chickens playing tic-tac-toe. Nightmares, and dreams, and smut, and insanity; it's all right here. This edition of the book has tried to retain the idiosyncrasies of the original published chapbooks wherever possible, which includes graphical anomalies, cartoon panels and liner notes. This is the first volume, which represents the first year of the Patreon campaign, and the original pieces as separate booklets can only be obtained through a subscription to the author's patreon project. This book was lovingly crafted to allow more people to experience the treasures coming from the project. Be ready. I will burn you down.

A surrealist journey through language and violence in contemporary America. A study of linguicide in the 21st century. Chaos theory in prose form. The violence of language. A performance lost to the ages, and presented here to unlock your lizard brain. From the author of PARTY WOLVES IN MY SKULL.

"It's time for Jesus to attempt his second coming, but linear time progression doesn't apply to extra-spatial deities, so he ends up coming "again" long before the first time--the Jurassic period. Once he arrives, expecting to see a bunch of human beings who've been waiting for him for two milennial seasons, he is surprised to find himself in a weird civilization full of thunder lizards. Jesus goes into Predator mode, arming himself to the teeth and slaughtering them wholesale, trying to find someone who's capable of nailing him to a cross so he can get back home, however, dinosaurs don't have thumbs. What they do have is the "hum," a magical frequency capable of shaping the world. They have mythical metals. They have a sensible social contract. They have a bizarre, but seemingly decent civilization going. Mammals however, are the most disgusting, rotten, violent things imaginable, and they seem to be evolving into something worse with the help of a little cosmic power. Something has been providing them with products that shouldn't be invented for another billion years or so, from the as-seen-on-tv catalog, and they're taking full advantage of it. Who is behind this forced evolution, and what could they stand to gain? Is heaven full of heroes, or gibbering lunatics? It's up to J.C. to set things right and stop the apocalypse and figure out whether the universe reall should be run by a bunch of insane deities, or whether it's better to wipe out heaven and let them sort it all out themselves! Action, adventure, insanity and good ol'fashioned heresy!"--Provided by publisher.

A darkly comic noir about a chicken living in a world of anthropomorphic eggs who's wanted for a murder he didn't commit. Life's tough for an "embry." Considered a vestigial organ at best and a parasite at worst, chicken embryos are usually aborted by the egg folk early in life. Once in a while one survives and slips through, hatching into an embry, an ostracized, lower caste anthropomorphic chicken. They have their own ghettos, and are barely tolerated by polite society. Our hero wakes up one day to find that some upstanding citizens have been scrambled. The king, his horses and his men are now after our hero for a crime he didn't commit and proving his innocence is going to be nearly impossible. Thank goodness he's armed with spurs, or the rotten eggs prowling the alleys of this strange grocery item city would fry him good. Delving deeper and deeper into the mystery, Embry uncovers his own bizarre background and finds he is hunted by a secret society who revere the most famous egg of all time, the very egg he himself emerged from during the great fall. From the author of Boiled Americans and Party Wolves in My Skull comes a dystopian crime story that will have you asking: Which comes first, the chicken or egg?

Norman Spooter awakens one morning to find that his eyeballs have fallen in love with each other. They proceed to tear themselves out of his head, steal his car keys, and take off for parts unknown... So he does what any of us would probably do in that situation... he goes back to bed, hoping it'll all resolve itself. Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, a pack of WOLVES moves in. The worst thing is, they're party wolves... BUT they gave him a security deposit, so he decides he's going out to get his eyeballs back. He joins forces on his epic quest with a woman named Zoe, who has a mysterious secret almost as crazy as Norman's Party Wolves. Besides, she needs him too... She's on the run from her psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who happens to be a dangerous sociopath, a classic car enthusiast and, worst of all, a fully grown walrus. The road trip/chase novel is flipped on its head with everyone chasing everyone... explosions, battles and madness are the drivers in this particular race, along with a few stops in such places as the Motel Sick and a cult town in North Dakota featuring some dangerous hooded guys who'll pretty much marry anything to anything. With violence and insanity nipping at his heels and a race against the clock to get his body parts back, this could turn out very badly for Norman Spooter.