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So here's the deal. I started writing a story recently. The first part was wonderful. Dark and deranged. Beautiful and blessed. Some heavy themes as normal. It fucked me up though. So i stopped. I'm exhaussted. I have an itch to travel, i have the destination in mind, i just have no currency to get there. I spent it all last year with those nine novels, those nine stories that seem so estarnged and peculiar to me. I decided to stop the story i was writing (which was a re-write of Heaven is full of arseholes). Without my reserve of crazy, i was pushing my car along a sticky tarred road. It was a fucking horrible experience, for me, my wife and my kids. So I stopped and scrapped The Hunter (Heaven's was perfect to begin with, no need to tread on old and aborted philosophy, rehashing the same tired point of view). I did however ake part of what was written and added it to the original Heaven is full of Arseholes story, adding about another 3,000 words in total, and realy adding a far more twitsed and complete perspective of heaven as presented in this philosophical perspective of the idea of Agape and its fundamental flaws. If you hate the yucky stuff, hey, trust me, there's none of that.

YOu can read the new edition here on Good reads or download via direct download or via torrent via The Free Art Collection here:
http://cseanmcgee.blogspot.com.br/201...

Hey, just a note, buy a book. DIgital fucking sucks. It's not sleek, it's not sensual and it doesn't have a smell.

With the first third of the story (the hunter), i plan to use it in another title called Happy People Live Here, a story about a family daling with the release of their daughter form a psychiatric clinic after murdering her brother during rough play. The story also follows a lonely 55 year old academic who is trying to rationalise her violent relationship by seeing a score of other men, only to find that there is nothing more sincere, than her lover's apology. And finally, a young writer dwells over a letter from a publisher that could chnage his fate and purpose.

IN regards to the rest of The Free Art Collection, eventually i will find someone kind enough to help me edit my works properly. I don't have the money or the time or the patience and psychologically speaking, it is near on impossible for a writer to visualise grammar errors and typos given that writing itself is an unconscious act, in the editing process, the subconscious (knowong the flowo fthe story), introduces the missing words into the ocnscious flow and oversights can and are plenty. So if you complain about the errors here or there in any of the pieces, I understand and i ask you to kindly go fuck yourself. Just kidding. I will be working on revising ALex and The Gruff in due time. Seriously though, go right ahead and fuck yourself. Critique the story, not the color of the man's teeth.

So that's it. I can't tell you when writing will start or end. At the moment i am trying to be a human being, like the rest of you. TO be a more coniderate husband, a more animated father and a master who takes his 4 monsters on longer walks.

It is not a good feeling to deire to write but to have no fuel, no venom, no source. Imagine if you will, having vomited for 9 months and for a moment, you marvelled in how colorful was the bowl but then your stomach churns and you heave and you lurch and you screech and you hurl and your fingers clutch and slip and scracth on the col porecalin but nothing comes out, not even bile. That's kind of how i feel. Too sick to feel normal, not sick enough to get it over with.

Take Risk and Take Care,

C.SeanMcGee

The Hunter: Describing Heaven

Over The Gentleman’s shoulder, The Father could see in the room behind him, a great winged beast sharpening its talons against the round of a human skull. Beside it, two men fought to the death. Beside them, Death stood in front of a burning lamp, trying to capture his own shadow. And beside him, a lonely poet hanged himself, over and over again.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee

Coming Soon: THE HUNTER

This is the story of a guy and some other people too and the stuff that happens, in this story about them.

**fuck your blurbs and fuck your obvious expectations. Don't live your life in summary.**

Take Risk and Take Care,

C.SeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

And it looked kind of sexual too. Like violent sex. All that shoving and poking and gargling and choking and frozen glares, like they were on the verge of some filthy and sweaty climax.

THE HUNTER₢2014 CSeanMcGee
*The Father: On How Others Brushed Their Teeth*

The Hunter excerpt

He could feel time; he could feel it in the cracking of his bones and he could feel it in the void in his masculinity. And he could hear time too; he could hear it in the excuses that he gave to his lover and in the aggravating silence that ensued.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

There was not a hint of curiosity in her tone. She was like a bored cat, flicking about a half dead mouse. And The Father’s attention was the game she had grown tired of.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

One day though, she stopped using heroin. Just like that. As if she were learning another language and got bored one day, run down by all the grammar, knowing that the present perfect was anything but.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

Still to this day she wondered, ‘how much must I bleed before I finally become a woman?’

THE HUNTER ₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

He was like a clause, written in fine print; easily overlooked. And like an err in her sight, hardly distinguishable from the watery smudges that blurred the glass doors where he stood, gazing right back at her.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee

The Hunter excerpt

And one day, something triggered in him. A disliking thought. A stupid suggestion. It was something. What it was exactly is not important for you to know. It won’t change what you think of him. It was just a trigger. And a trigger is never as interesting as what it projects.

THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee
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