My newest project.
It's more than just a blog. Back stories will be given, developmental pieces, reviews, etc.
Read the profile carefully. Feel free to talk to Caleb, or throw comments my way, as the posts go on.
I hope you all enjoy.


Mundane HeroesMy name is Anthony Reinhardt...what do you want me to say? I'm a 28-year-old security guy for the 9th Street Casino. What do I do? I told you already. Oh, that.Mundane Heroes
Well, I can understand anything.
Animals, foreign people, plants. They all make sense to me. Gift of gab or something like it.
What else should I say? Oh, yeah sure.
I started realizing it all when I was nine. Pop took the family to the Aron City Zoo one of the weeks he was laid off. It was the first time I had ever seen any animals up close. The Trades of Aron had strays wandering around, but Ma always made sure they stayed clear o


Return and ShakeTwo adversaries sat on opposite sides of a square kitchen table. The two-bed one-bath apartment was already cramped for space, but the tension was airborne and commanding all semblance of comfort. One stared glaciers upon ice ages down the bridge of his muzzle, letting them continentally drift off his wet, black, nose and into his enemy's eyes. The foe, smiling puckishly to incinerate his wintry defiance, held up her weapon of choice between them...a thick dill pickle with a glob of mayonnaise coating one end.Return and Shake
"C'mon, Caleb. Pickles and mayo always gets me out of a funk. One bite isn't going to kill you, is it?"
Cale


Who Are You?Are you the thistle, milk laden in bloom? A pearled passion with thorns to command. Held fast to fortune from elements prune, Or shall summers wane set your reign to end?Who Are You?
Mayhap the phoenix, the fowl of Myth, An infinite martyr for masters sake. By perilous pyre our spirits lift, But ashen alters lie still in her wake.
Or watch as Luna, clan mother of all, To guide the seas rise and aid canid cries. Count poets, cutpurses, praising in thrall Who find their demise in sunlights disguise.
Regardless of form youre desti
My Vain Self
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I sometimes feel that I'm impersonating the dark unconscious of the whole human race. I know this sounds sick, but I love it.
-Vincent Price
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Would you believe me if I told you I was once a hero? Would you listen to the story of my downfall if you did? And if you didn't, would you ridicule me like all the others 'til I was nothing more than a shadow in passing like all the others you've hurt?
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