Status Updates From This is a Horror Book

The Raekwonomicon was bug nutty with tha' ODW.

Someone had sex. It wasn't Charlize Theron.

A quirky stream on consciousness piece that struggled to maintain some structure read like the fever dream of a man who hasn't slept with Charlize Theron in forever.

Also, a poem. About signs. Tesla, eat your five man acoustic heart out.

Catch You on the Flip Side.

A clever writing excessive disguised as dramatic romance. No outright mention of Charles Austin Muir having sex with Charlize Theron, but it's there, in the subtext.

"As far as I know, C-Dex was the only rapper to devote the last phase of his career to the works of horror author Thomas Ligotti."

Notes on a Cosmic Horrorcore Album didn't do it for me.

Two reasons:
1. I've never exposed myself to Thomas Ligotti (I believe there are legal issues that surround that) and
B) there was no mention of sex with Charlize Theron in this offering.

"As with every story worth telling, this one begins with a dream that I was banging Charlize Theron."

The Haddonfield Hit Squad is the stabbiest, slasheriest, one-lineriest meta dream movie fest I've read in a shoet story collection this year.

"I have a bag folk of lube, dildos pocket pussies, hand puppets, wigs, lingerie, vegetables and artisianal cheeses if you think of joking."

The second story was a clever meta mind fuck with message: Stop jacking off and go outside and do something!

"In fact, all good stories start with Charles Austin Muir, writer, hip-hop artist and unsung hero, giving Charlize Theron the D."

Titular story was lots of fun.