“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.
Author: Glyph
Beyond “Dominion,”by Angel Brynner, “Parsing through the the poetry of a meditation on Pain”| Meanwhile , on the verge[LINK].
...cough.*
Ummm... That being addressed...
GOOD LUCK(have fun~)
& Gambatte, ne!!!
@ the Opening ceremonies for the PWA platform alone~
…so far the tribe has already written FOUR fucking MILLION WORDS across 50,000 people since it’s kicked off at 12am November 1st in the first time zone! The goal today: TEN MILLION.
Talk about LET’S FUCKING Gooooooo~!
The Angel, all “YaaarRrrr!!!!” at the collective fire of a thousand suns penetrating the van Allen belts & lighting up her ass at fn 8am.