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Between the pages of an ever-shifting eternal text known as the Patasphere, a coven of psychedelic fiction fanatics and a duo of agents working for a private intelligence firm known as The Geist, LLC navigate their ways simultaneously through a labyrinthian pilgrimage to the ole haunts of their favorite thoughtform, a cult classic weird fiction author named Rocco Atleby, who may or may not be both creator and destroyer of their world. Along the way, the coven and the duo encounter undulating tentacles, a magickal Parisian apartment, gobs and gobs of gooey living information known as plasmate, a smoke-filled Rocco-themed bar, the inexplicably resurfaced lost footage of a Rocco docutainment film, a music festival that evolves into an amorphous megabeast, and skeleton keys to the secrets of their Actuality in the form of enigmatic pieces of Rocco Atleby's iconography.
Meeting minutes from a Satanic cult. Werewolves with orgasmic origins. Homemade puzzles made from human body parts. A family trapped inside someone's leg, hurling toward oblivion. Gaslighting birds. Bicycle tours through hell in search of a lost dog. A fake-your-own-death kit. The ultimate makeover. A carwash funeral. The end of the world in the back of an old Chevy Astro. Birds Aren't Real. The absurdist examination of what awaits us all at the end-for better or for worse.
Bad luck follows travelers through the desert, Mormon missionaries contemplate the bodily implications of the internal combustion engine, and minimum wage workers look for a sense of meaning in art, country and western music, and domestic terrorism. A lemon tree produces an alarming number of fruit, but nobody can manage to have a threesome. Perkins's first collection of short stories vibrates at the chaotic frequency of the American West, a place where the states are square, the drives are long, and heartbreak is at least as much of a shit show as it is anywhere else.
Papal Glow is the time between centuries, that little dust mote trailing in the sun''s glare between folds of the partition that separates the public from true knowledge. It is the preventative strain keeping the powers-that-be at bay while the world swirls by unnoticed. This glow imbues a young boy named Leo, who must use the papacy to divide the time between those centuries, speed up modernity at the very beginning of the 19th century, and oppose the ever-growing reign of Napoleon. But as Leo grows into his papal role, the lines between what Leo wants and can achieve grow smaller as well, until Leo sets up a miracle himself and the time between centuries becomes as small as a dust mote.
Uncle Errol throws a funeral for himself. Bootsie spies on her own husband. Joe''s band dresses in costumes and plays instruments from elementary school music class. Marco is tired of people shouting "Polo!" over his shoulder. Mallory unlocks the doors between hotel suites in case the person beside her is also searching and alone. Denise eats crayons and goes missing. Gary tries to legally change his name to get back at his sworn enemy. Tell Me How You Really Feel is the only novella set in the municipality of Murrysville, Pennsylvania.
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