is the soundtrack of my life. Some really incredible bands and artists have kept my courage up in the ongoing war against my daemon. Here are some samples:
is the tool of Satan. That brain-box is the New World Order's main weapon against freedom. KILL YOUR TELEVISION!
Books
I've only written one...
On a hot June evening in Alabama, a man dressed for a funeral entered a State Police station with evidence of a gruesome murder... His own.
Joe Abraham is just a Worker's Compensation investigator, a city-boy recovering from the destruction of his entire family on 9/11. The case is simple enough: a redneck survival-nut living out in the woods. But then the forest starts talking, black helicopters appear overhead, and Joe falls out of the real world forever. Suddenly, Joe is missing several days. He learns that he's been working all along for The Company™ – the sinister shadow at the heart of every global conspiracy. Bizarre characters appear, evoking strange new memories. Did Joe forget that he learned Gun Fu from former CIA assassins? Or did the Sinister Men In Black (SMIB) program him to remember? And is his boss working with, or against, the FBI? As if that wasn't bad enough, Joe's fallen in love with his suspect's neice – the heir to an extraordinary birthright, gifted with great powers and cursed with a supernatural stalker. Is Joe supposed to defend her from a dark past, or has he been turned into the perfect patsy in the ultimate contest of good and evil?... Joe has stumbled into a twilight world of contradictions – a place where angels and demons gamble for human souls, where the very land is haunted by its history. Where you can meet the Devil at a moonlit crossroads, or raise a ghost just by speaking of the past.
A place that's South of Strange...
Inspired by the southern gothic tradition, South of Strange is where old and new worlds collide, complicating our sense of self...threatening to drive us into the depths of despair and paranoia.
You can read it as soon as it's published...
Heroes
T.S. Stribling. Neil Gaiman. Ray Bradbury. William Faulkner. Terry Pratchett. Charles Williams. Flannery O'Connor. Charles Bukowski. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Isaac Asimov. Naghuib Mahfouz. J.R.R. Tolkien. Robert Heinlein. Margaret Atwood. David Weber. Arturo Perez Reverte. Rumi. David Lynch. Homer. Umberto Eco. Stephen King. David Mamet. Alan Dean Foster. Omar Khayyam. Eric Flint. H.P. Lovecraft. Too many to list...
I wasn't born with the name "Matt Osborne." It is an alias to protect me and the secretive organization from which I have retired: The Sinister Men In Black — SMIBs.
SMIBs have been with humanity for thousands of years. They have appeared in every culture, usually following significant supernatural events. Their speech is otherworldly, their behavior strange. Witnesses are threatened, coaxed, and cajoled into silence — or driven insane. Since the 1950s, the SMIBs appeared after many UFO and alien events, slowly rising in the public consciousness until an explosion of media attention in the 1990s. Then their already-rare visits came to a sudden, mysterious end, with the last reported sightings taking place shortly before September 11th, 2001.
Who were they? What is their agenda? Where were they from? How are they connected to the conspiracies and cover-ups of our time? Why do they always wear black?
For the answers to these and many other questions, subscribe to my blog. For while I can never reveal the facts, I can use lies to tell the truth — which is always more important than facts. Truth made of lies is called a "story;" and whereas all stories are true, some of them even happened.
Who I'd like to meet: READERS. Lots and lots of readers. Also, an AGENT looking to take a chance on a very, very quirky sci-fi/mystery novel set in the American south.
Also, I'd love to meet these people:
GOD
THE DEVIL
JESUS
BATBOY
ANGELS
DEMONS
BIGFOOT
NESSIE
ELVIS
DRACULA
ALIENS
GHOSTS
WEREWOLF
MUMMY
WITCH
GOBLINS
Basically, I'd gladly meet anyone who has ever posed for the world's most informative publication.
The rogue professor entered the basement at thirteen hundred hours. The walls were coated with a mat black rubber. They absorbed the deep blue lighting shining from multiple lamps placed around the room. There appeared to be a large group1 of individuals standing in a grid formation. They were static. Casting steady shadows upon the floor on which they stood. The professor mingled through them. Observing each one with scrutiny. Then, rubbing the stubbles on his head he clearly voiced for the lights to rise to medium exposure. A slight hum filled to room as the human features of all present became more obvious in the rising clarity.
Name company whatever you want. I suggest a name that sounds inclusive.
Find a location suitable for a relaxed professional atmosphere to host clubhouse type activities. If traveling guest are expected you might do some homework to have a list of accomodations to provide. Secure this location for sensetivity to privacy. Tape for reference.
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Hey, I'm a very busy man. Maybe not important, but busy.. lol You can always come and see me on Mondays at work. Its always very slow from 4-9 and thats where I have my conversations. haha Hope all is well. P.S> I'm going to OCS.
Sorry if I have a TWISTED sense of humor. This is an obnoxious attempt to get more blog subscribers. Basically just taking a break from writing my novel. Hope it interests you.
I have been born. That is to say, I have been published. Just wanted you to know that. Oh, and the author misses getting those strange phone calls from, the ones where all he can hear is a lot of noise.
Suddenly, Joe is missing several days. He learns that he's been working all along for The Company™ – the sinister shadow at the heart of every global conspiracy. Bizarre characters appear, evoking strange new memories. Did Joe forget that he learned Gun Fu from former CIA assassins? Or did the Sinister Men In Black (SMIB) program him to remember? And is his boss working with, or against, the FBI?
As if that wasn't bad enough, Joe's fallen in love with his suspect's neice – the heir to an extraordinary birthright, gifted with great powers and cursed with a supernatural stalker. Is Joe supposed to defend her from a dark past, or has he been turned into the perfect patsy in the ultimate contest of good and evil?...
Joe has stumbled into a twilight world of contradictions – a place where angels and demons gamble for human souls, where the very land is haunted by its history. Where you can meet the Devil at a moonlit crossroads, or raise a ghost just by speaking of the past.
Inspired by the southern gothic tradition, South of Strange is where old and new worlds collide, complicating our sense of self...threatening to drive us into the depths of despair and paranoia.
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