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I'd like to "follow on facebook," but they got some kind of bug up their ass about what I write too.
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"Goodbte windows." BTW, the above has been expanded-edited mostly with a net conversation between the author and Kims Dong.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXjeX...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXjeX...
In full expectation of your standard derogatory and insulting comment, I bet you are unaware that you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar.
Just think about that one, dickhead.
Just think about that one, dickhead.
Arthur; do you think that you might be coming up for some air sometime this week?
ConK wrote: "Arthur; do you think that you might be coming up for some air sometime this week?"Actually, I was thinking it might be fun to sit and watch you try setting a new record for most consecutive comments posted in a row, but seeing as how you're practically a shoo-in for TOP TROLL OF THE YEAR already, I figured we probably ought to leave a few lesser GR Awards for others to potentially win.
You meant to say "lesser others" I'm sure. In any case, always looking out for Doooooooooooooogie.
Arthur wrote; "you're practically a shoo-in for TOP TROLL OF THE YEAR already"
Thank you; especially with 347 days to go and increased competition. Could be that I'm more relaxed this year; whereas last year I was nervously trying to prove myself.
Thank you; especially with 347 days to go and increased competition. Could be that I'm more relaxed this year; whereas last year I was nervously trying to prove myself.
Arthur wrote; "Actually, I was thinking it might be fun to sit and watch you try setting a new record for most consecutive comments posted in a row"
You might be surprised how difficult it is to do consecutive in a row.
You might be surprised how difficult it is to do consecutive in a row.
This is the opening to "My Non-life Not on Goodreads." It was a project abandoned after 1,200 words. So, believe it or not, it was worse than the others. So, since no one is paying any attention I've inflicted them with it right here. If you don't think that makes any sense, it is precisely why Trump and the Republicans have been able to stick it right up your ass.
If you want it, you can't have it. Phhtttt.
Chapter 1
This entire, weird chain of events had no clearly defined starting point. But I suppose that if you choose to commence yapping that you are stuck in having to pick some arbitrary point to start the yap at. ......... Never mind; I guess I already have. ....... But, not really. That’s got nothing to do with the story. It’s just one of those clever lead-ins a competent writer tries to hook innocent readers with.
In fact whether or not there is a story is in itself a highly debatable subject for anyone paying any attention whatsoever; with the possible exception of that person who keeps leaving those messages folded under the red flag attached to my mail box. Inconclusive “proof” of that allegation is offered in the absence of an actual photo displayed thusly, “enhanced,” and very much more or less.
Mailbox; the kind courtesy of Pexels,com under their CC0 license; modified.
Got the picture?
No, that is not the hanging of Frosty the Snowman. It’s my fabrication of a letter attached to my mailbox.
Excellent. You may have already astutely noted that this book is an attempted condescension to the dissertations regarding post-modern literature (po-mo;) insofar as the genre which came to fruition with DFW and died when he did is lionized by certain out-of-date critics; their anticipated raves not personally measured in Jacksons; but in Washingtons; the father of this great country.
All that out of the way, please allow me to go back a few months ......... or years. I don’t recall and it doesn't matter
If you want it, you can't have it. Phhtttt.
Chapter 1
This entire, weird chain of events had no clearly defined starting point. But I suppose that if you choose to commence yapping that you are stuck in having to pick some arbitrary point to start the yap at. ......... Never mind; I guess I already have. ....... But, not really. That’s got nothing to do with the story. It’s just one of those clever lead-ins a competent writer tries to hook innocent readers with.
In fact whether or not there is a story is in itself a highly debatable subject for anyone paying any attention whatsoever; with the possible exception of that person who keeps leaving those messages folded under the red flag attached to my mail box. Inconclusive “proof” of that allegation is offered in the absence of an actual photo displayed thusly, “enhanced,” and very much more or less.
Mailbox; the kind courtesy of Pexels,com under their CC0 license; modified.
Got the picture?
No, that is not the hanging of Frosty the Snowman. It’s my fabrication of a letter attached to my mailbox.
Excellent. You may have already astutely noted that this book is an attempted condescension to the dissertations regarding post-modern literature (po-mo;) insofar as the genre which came to fruition with DFW and died when he did is lionized by certain out-of-date critics; their anticipated raves not personally measured in Jacksons; but in Washingtons; the father of this great country.
All that out of the way, please allow me to go back a few months ......... or years. I don’t recall and it doesn't matter
Arthur; goddam; just to the rude point. All right? That wasn't a question. You let this dickass Dro*in*ki post shit all over YOUR valuable GR thread. Nobody likes the fuck. So, what's in it for you?
If anything the polock is a detriment to your income and love life. So WTF? I mean, like even Jesus, in his first incarnation, got violent over the moneychangers hanging around the Temple bullshit.
You can get this fuck out of here with about four fuggin clicks. He ain't doin' nobody no good.
SUP fuckhead?
If anything the polock is a detriment to your income and love life. So WTF? I mean, like even Jesus, in his first incarnation, got violent over the moneychangers hanging around the Temple bullshit.
You can get this fuck out of here with about four fuggin clicks. He ain't doin' nobody no good.
SUP fuckhead?
Even Lumphead Leo doesn't like me; and a couple of people like him if you count his sister.
And Hackle's making new friends every day, but not me. .......... Sure, he's looking for chumps to review his dumb books, but still.
I am more desolate than "Stoner."
The pity thing still works here. Doesn't it?
Do you have to put those bug eyed fossils on the blog. It doesn't help matters any.
Don't mind me. I'll just be having a four way conversation with myself here.
You went first last time.
Crackhead probably doesn't even remember.
How about we discuss this frenzy to publish. A short time ago everyone was singing the virtues of self-publishing.
Well, I got a good deal from Zit Butt Anachronisms; only cost me $3,600.
Nice, I gave Chromosome Surplus more than that and they fucked up the cover. Letters all the same size and color all lined up like a battalion.
Fuck. G-Spot Grannies went ballistic on mine, and even spelled two words wrong.
I don't know. I don't read that kind of shit.
Well, I looked at mine a little. They only fucked up one of the skull drawings, and how can anyone tell anyway? Hehehe.
The pages went in the right order. I don't pay much attention to the words, as if they're wrong, I say it was intentional. Like don't you get the joke dooooood?
High fives accompanied the jovial comraderie.
What kind of sales you guys get?
Scuzzy Protoplasm Productions gives them away to derelicts, and it just costs me $3 per, no shipping. It's good for my exposure.
Zit Butt has a thing for humongous asses with acne. But no problem if the story is not about that as long as you throw in a few pictures.
Chromosome Surplus seems to have a broad outlook.
G-Spot Grannies can be annoyingly picky sometimes. But, you know, like, as long as there's some schwantz in there; they'll make a lot of concessions.
Scuzzy got this cool fat man makin' the decisions. Changes his fuckin' mind a lot. Pisses me off when I gotta change the story from North Korean nukes to bitches with exploding faces.
Yeah; sometimes I gotta change like five pages.
I was thinkin' about it, but they got this totes unreal website they update twice a year.
So, what's the verdict? Self or pro?
Pro if you got the dough. Self if you're broke, sick in bed or sumthin'.
Definitely pro. You're assured that at least one other person saw it.
