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November 13, 2005
The Unsung American God
The American Gods are powered by worship—by sacrifice—by energy—by attention. They are Cancer, Media, Technology, and the Freedomoftheroad.
But I am the greatest of them all
You know me, but not my name. Though I live on Mr. Gaiman’s desk, it was a man named Robert who wrote most eloquently of me—or, at least, of my complement.
Who am I?
Posted by james at November 13, 2005 11:16 PM
Comments
Didn't Rob write a story about squishing Larry Laramee to death in a press?
I don't remember much of what Rob wrote, I have no idea where you are going with this.
Posted by: jarrad at November 15, 2005 05:54 AM
Hint: Motorcycle
Blue
Redmond
Posted by: Jamesy at November 22, 2005 09:51 PM