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Just finished the first draft of my next book...

 

RED BAND!

 

A tale of beer, boobs, zombies, genetically altered chili peppers, vomit and monster trucks!

 

I think this is the worst thing I ever wrote. I purposely wrote a cliche'd bad b movie type story that insults everyone.

 

And I'm hoping this becomes a cult hit too...

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Just finished the first draft of my next book...

 

RED BAND!

 

A tale of beer, boobs, zombies, genetically altered chili peppers, vomit and monster trucks!

 

I think this is the worst thing I ever wrote. I purposely wrote a cliche'd bad b movie type story that insults everyone.

 

And I'm hoping this becomes a cult hit too...

 

Can't wait to read it Jay. Looks like DMP is starting to roll along nicely with it's first comic getting it's first page sketched as well, and of course at least three other stories in the making!

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You sit collapsed as an empty mind, last bytes dissolved into your last breath and the droning sound of hollow places pulse with ache. It is lonely here, living in the hazy moment between the alarm and the awakening where the dream precipitates madness as its encore. You are only half here, the other half erased to be brushed from the paper by the same hand that fingers your ache like a fresh scab until you bleed a river of ridiculous.

 

I see now it’s not the vision that’s attraction, you peddle your pieces to a man called Compromise for a place in the greater scheme until the only thing left standing is the place where you once stood. You have just reduced yourself from static to dead air droning.

 

Or it could be the other way — take the wire to the other side of this metal sky and you will see these stars are just projections. This is not real, which means their thunder is merely a threat.

 

Do you want to know the truth? They need you. They are mechanical, maniacal, derived, you couldn’t drown in their gene pool if you tried, but they’re all made up in brilliant disguise selling the very thing they most want but cannot possess — you. And magic is the key to their success as simple slight of hand steals your autonomy leaving you believing you are in control.

 

Tell me, do you trust your judgment? My friend, your id’s been tricked.

 

Welcome…

 

…to Metropolis.

 

-Sister Machine Gun "This Metal Sky"

 

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