Category: Echo
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the unkempt pubes are happening, all you mullet-dicked fucks who sweet-talk another rainforest-groined person into smashing nethers with you, only to discover that both your crotch-fros have grown advanced civilizations within their cheese-ridden depths, mid-thrust you both look down as cries of “FREEEDOM!” and “THIS. IS. SPARTA!” and “FOR FRODO!” ring out from your…
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Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!
Echo is where I started my writing journey. The series has four books, and is filled with musings on society and existence, along with big doses of violence (especially in book 2) as well as psychic stuff and existential philosophy (book 3 and 4). You can see me get a firmer grip on dialogue, description,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Steven Seagal walks into the room. I put my back against the wall, ensuring he can’t see into my open-assed patient-gown. “You’re not a doctor! Get the fuck out of here!” He taps the stethoscope on his chest. “This says different.” Then he puts on a rubber glove—the latex snaps loudly against his wrist. “Now…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the over-the-shoulder-cum is happening, all you 99th-level jerkers who’ve just achieved the crowning achievement of all jerk-related activities and blown a wad that rocketed over your motherfucking shoulder, rest is for the weak, time for round 2, you’re slaving away with a white-knuckled grip, choking the absolute shit out of your friction-burnt meat and…
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Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!
Echo is where I started my writing journey. The series has four books, and is filled with musings on society and existence, along with big doses of violence (especially in book 2) as well as psychic stuff and existential philosophy (book 3 and 4). You can see me get a firmer grip on dialogue, description,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Get the fuck out of here!” my dick roars. “Fucking peon!” “Yes sir! Sorry sir!” The production assistant scurries away from our room. “Little harsh, don’t you think?” I throw Wiener a pointed look. “They fucked up the lighting on our last shoot. Made me look like a goddamn sea creature.” Wiener aggressively puffs a…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the sky-cock is happening, all you jokey mofos who are chilling at the park pointing and laughing at a phallic-looking cloud that comes with all the trimmings like stubble and veins and prominent ridges when suddenly it starts moving closer and casts a shadow over your picnic holy shit you can see the frenulum…
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Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!
Echo is where I started my writing journey. The series has four books, and is filled with musings on society and existence, along with big doses of violence (especially in book 2) as well as psychic stuff and existential philosophy (book 3 and 4). You can see me get a firmer grip on dialogue, description,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Lorax! What’s wrong?” I hurry over to the spherical Seuss-being, right as he snorts coke off a petrified tree-stump. “Leave me alone!” he barks. “What the fuck do you know about speaking for the trees? I used to have free fucking reign of these motherfucking forests—now they’re filled with special ops larpers! Everywhere I look,…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the robo-fuck is happening, all you desperate horny fools who buy a ChatGPT-powered pocket vajeen and eagerly stick your meat in the aperture, only to have it clamp down with its servo-powered ridges and trap your wiener in its mechanical clutches, two soulless eyes sprout on the shaft and burn with Mordor-furnace blaze, a…
Kent Wayne 