Hulk Smash

***DISCLAIMER***

INCLUDES VULGARITY

In comparison to others, I am an infant in this whole network of authors, bloggers & lovers of all things literary. At a tender age I discovered my infatuation with words, which eventually matured into a deeply fulfilling love, only to evolve to something essential to my very being.

BOOKS ARE VITAL TO MY EXISTENCE.

The words, ideas, thoughts and expressions of others are key to my survival. This web of coexisting, collaborative and supportive people; unbeknownst to the majority; are like a furnace that keeps this beating organ in my chest from icing over.

So when I find out about the cowardice and repulsive behavior that seems to be pervading the worlds of people that I happen to care for, it doesn’t piss me off. Oh no.

THE SHIT ENRAGES ME! And I am not a nice person on an even day.

Who in the entire fuck do you believe yourself to be, that you can degrade the work or success of another? That you can somehow cheapen the substance; the blood, sweat, and tears, that someone gave to their life?

You fuck ass, sour patch eating, garbage pail dwelling, grime in between the tiles of a motel bathroom.

It is nauseating to hear of you fucking parasites, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to leech onto a person of worth and try to suck the very essence of what it means to be an artist out of them.

That goes for you piece of infected genitalia muthafuckas as well. Oh, you don’t know who I’m talking to? I’m talking about you assholes out here pirating books.

Yeah you! How dare you! I can’t even tell you how much I would love to get my hands on each and every one of you, peel the skin off your raggedy ass bodies, lay it out for you and have you write standards in your own fluids, to the key of: I WILL NEVER STEAL ANOTHER BOOK, then sew that shit back on you Jeepers Creepers style, so that vow seeps into your substandard DNA. (In a HAZMAT suit of course. God forbid I get any of your taint on me).

I will never understand your unrealistic, undeserving, convoluted sense of entitlement. It’s blatantly obvious that you haven’t done enough in your pathetic lives, otherwise you’d never engage in such deplorable behavior.

I could go on and on, but if I don’t stop, I’m going to end up starting an FBI worthy search for some of you and I’m too cute to go to jail. Let’s just hope I never have to run into the likes of you. Because believe me when I say, I don’t fight fair and I will make you rue the day that you ever chose to disgrace the literary world with your dishonorable presence.

For what it’s worth, I offer my thanks and my continued support to the authors, bloggers and nut cases I’m fortunate enough to be on this literary journey with. I will always be an advocate for you. I will continue to promote in an honest and favorable way, as a show of good favor and mostly because that’s the way God built me.

Murderous

In comparison to others, I am an infant in this whole network of authors, bloggers & lovers of all things literary. At a tender age I discovered my infatuation with words, which eventually matured into a deeply fulfilling love, only to evolve to something essential to my very being.

BOOKS ARE VITAL TO MY EXISTENCE.

The words, ideas, thoughts and expressions of others are key to my survival. This web of coexisting, collaborative and supportive people; unbeknownst to the majority; are like a furnace that keeps this beating organ in my chest from icing over.

So when I find out about the cowardice and repulsive behavior that seems to be pervading the worlds of people that I happen to care for, it doesn’t piss me off. Oh no.

THE SHIT ENRAGES ME! And I am not a nice person on an even day.

Who in the entire fuck do you believe yourself to be, that you can degrade the work or success of another? That you can somehow cheapen the substance; the blood, sweat, and tears, that someone gave to their life?

You fuck ass, sour patch eating, garbage pail dwelling, grime in between the tiles of a motel bathroom.

It is nauseating to hear of you fucking parasites, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to leech onto a person of worth and try to suck the very essence of what it means to be an artist out of them.

That goes for you piece of infected genitalia muthafuckas as well. Oh, you don’t know who I’m talking to? I’m talking about you assholes out here pirating books.

Yeah you! How dare you! I can’t even tell you how much I would love to get my hands on each and every one of you, peel the skin off your raggedy ass bodies, lay it out for you and have you write standards in your own fluids, to the key of: I WILL NEVER STEAL ANOTHER BOOK, then sew that shit back on you Jeepers Creepers style, so that vow seeps into your substandard DNA. (In a HAZMAT suit of course. God forbid I get any of your taint on me).

I will never understand your unrealistic, undeserving, convoluted sense of entitlement. It’s blatantly obvious that you haven’t done enough in your pathetic lives, otherwise you’d never engage in such deplorable behavior.

I could go on and on, but if I don’t stop, I’m going to end up starting an FBI worthy search for some of you and I’m too cute to go to jail. Let’s just hope I never have to run into the likes of you. Because believe me when I say, I don’t fight fair and I will make you rue the day that you ever chose to disgrace the literary world with your dishonorable presence.

For what it’s worth, I offer my thanks and my continued support to the authors, bloggers and nut cases I’m fortunate enough to be on this literary journey with. I will always be an advocate for you. I will continue to promote in an honest and favorable way, as a show of good favor and mostly because that’s the way God built me.