“Nah~ you wanna be here soo fucking badly~WRITE. Oh! what? where ya goin~? Don’t backtrack!! TOO LATE NOW, ya pussies~! You’re IN fn NOV Nov now~ Alllll that fn better than mwahmwahing, stupid grousing & shit-talking… show the world something you didn’t lift from somebody fn else! Put up or shut the FUCK up…Fuck going AWOL.

You think these fn #writerhead #bookbabies give a fuck how you got rounded up into this mess? They’re damned near demons, God love’em! & yo ass showed up with Bullshit, literally asking to be fucking possessed. You better write for your life or they’re going to curse the fuck out of every aspect of your ass for disrespecting their season- Why the fuck do you think they START on Hallow’s eve?!

Come the fuck on!! The coy daily word count is literally 1-66-7! Are ya blind or stupid? How did ya not pick up what you were patching into?!

Haaa! Good fucking Luck!”

The Angel, watching it dawn on the moles in the battalion that they’ve been conscripted too… after popping them in the fucking forehead for not discerning the body.