Tag: art
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Musings
Ironically, even when it seems to put a relationship at risk, I’ve found that setting boundaries generally improves it. Sometimes, the person falls out of my life, but even more surprising is when they come back in, after reflecting on the exchange and stating they’re ready to honor the boundary. On a related note, I…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Holy shit, I never thought I’d ever be invited into the motherfucking Justice League! All I got going for me is multiple awards as a dick-slanging Man Whore. I mean, I know a bit of jiu-jitsu and I own some nun-chuks, but… A voice drifts down the Watchtower hallway. “I am vengeance…” Whoa, is that…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the reverse-uno is happening, all you fed-up mofos who’ve decided to get your revenge against that one dickhead friend who takes fuckery and grabass a step too far so you eat a badass ghost pepper to prime your shnozz with boogers, cut a camouflaged hole in your pants for easy access, when they tickle…
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Musings
After a while, I realized when I allow myself to be empty and still, I don’t stay that way–well-being inevitably follows, and inspiration follows that well-being. As I began to accept the idea that well-being is my default state, I also began to accept the related premise that this same well-being alchemizes thoughts and emotions…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Oh, that’s interesting, Kent.” My fifth-grade teacher studies my play-doh sculpture. “A cross between a star destroyer…and a penis.” Her brow wrinkles in consternation. “SUPER star destroyer,” I correct. “This is an Executor-class Dreadnought. They were present at the Battles of Mako-Ta, Jekara, and Yavin. Most of the manufacturing took place at Kuat Drive Yards,…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the AI-powered-cock is happening, all you flesh-based meat-dicks who’re quickly becoming obsolete, one day you come home and find your increasingly distant partner stuffed to the gills with quantum-powered cock, holy fuck it’s activated miniature thrusters it’s coming right at your face you dive to the side as it punches through the wall you…
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Musings
The true self, I believe, is not a series of narratives that run through my mind, reiterating who I was, who I am, who I’ll be, and/or why any of those narratives aren’t valid or real. It’s a wordless transcendence that becomes apparent when all the narratives quiet and still.
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Goddamn, I hate being stuck in Middle fucking Earth. The War of the Ring’s over, all the hot Elven moms have departed for the Undying Lands, so that leaves me beating my dick like it owes me money. Maybe I should take a couple of days off. It’s starting to look like a dried strip…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the old-cum is happening, all you once mighty meat-beaters who are flogging your saggy piece with the fury of a thousand exploding sons, but to no avail, it’s like trying to play pool with a greasy piece of string, finally, after the raw skin looks like the magma-webbed cracks of Mount fucking Doom, a…
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