Category: Echo

  • Yet another weird ad for my novels

    Yet another weird ad for my novels

    “I speak…”  The Lorax clicks a magazine into his rifle, sends the bolt home, and settles into a prone firing position.  “…for the motherfucking trees.” “What the fuck!”  I flinch back in shock.  “Come on, man—you said we were going for a walk in the woods!” “Goddamn Floridian militia-larper hillbillies,” he mutters, peering into the…

  • Give my books a read and a review!

    Give my books a read and a review!

    What the unappreciated penis is happening, all you meat-packers who are slinging a decent-sized hog, only to have the other star-quarterback wieners and mean-girl scrotums laugh at it, call it a nerd and a dork causing your persecuted dick to sob and swear vengeance until one day it snaps and goes full Bonerzilla, destroying legions…

  • Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!

    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,…

  • Yet another weird ad for my novels

    Yet another weird ad for my novels

    Santa Claus peers through his state-of-the-art binoculars, staring intently at me as I pretend to be deep in peaceful slumber.  “I see you when you’re sleeping,” he mutters, lowering the binos and narrowing his eyes.  “I know when you’re awake.  You think you can fuck my hot-ass wife and get away with it?  Fucking piece…

  • Give my books a read and a review!

    Give my books a read and a review!

    What the surgical ass is happening, all you peach-crazed lovers who are all about hitting it from the back, only to get your wish and see your wiener disappear inside a mind-bending valley of silicone-enhanced flesh, dear God you can’t even see your d-root it looks so fucking tiny compared to the cock-swallowing watermelons pushing…

  • Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!

    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,…

  • Yet another weird ad for my novels

    Yet another weird ad for my novels

    “You really need me for this?” I ask nervously.  “Isn’t this between you and Neo?” “Come on.”  Trinity impatiently tugs at my sleeve.  “He’s stared so far up his metaphysical asshole, he’s completely lost touch with corporeal humanity.  All he says is ‘Whoa,’ while binge-watching Ancient Fucking Aliens.  I’m giving him an ultimatum:  I need…

  • Give my books a read and a review!

    Give my books a read and a review!

    What the credit card swipe is happening, all you pranksters who spot an unguarded crack and—shuh-DOOP—run a flat object down its center, only to step back in horror as the cheeks part and the butthole starts winking with millions of different hellfiend variations like some demonic version of a Satan-fucked slot machine, your ex starts…

  • Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!

    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,…

  • Yet another weird ad for my novels

    Yet another weird ad for my novels

    You know me as an author, but to legions of thirsty soccer moms, I’m known as an award-winning He-Trollop.  Unfortunately, birthing cool-ass stories about sci-fi robots, psychedelically powered reality-warping teens, and fantasy-world portal adventures where a college kid’s dog transforms into a Wolven King…yeah, it doesn’t pay much.  Fortunately, selling my girthy ol’ upcurve does…