Christ on a fucking bike, how fucking warm is it?! I am used to heat but this is taking the piss. Roll on winter.
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Yeah, so that’s going good, still on schedule, the plan being that the very first ‘rough as fuck’ cut of the book will be done by the end of August.
My friend Mr Klown, Kobalt the Klown, has helped me out with a few teaser advertisement videos. He is a nice Klown and can just appear in your house whenever he wants. That’s the perk of being Kobalt the Klown. Check out his videos and keep your eyes peeled (PEEL THOSE FUCKING EYES!) for a few advertisements that I will be putting up soon, featuring the material Kobalt made for me. Thanks Kobalt. Thobalt.
The Proof Reader, the one that they call Jake, he is busy looking at the work of a few friends of mine. I would say it is a side project but that wouldn’t be totally true. Let’s just say that if you want to find out a little more about my origins then go and take a look at Karl and Toms work and their upcoming book Absurdica
Other stuff… well, I am taking my sweet time bitches. I am in no rush to commit to anything right now. I have a few ideas and I want to print out some labels and stickers etc and stick them all around the city, but there is no rush for that, is there?
I am still single. Went on a date quite recently with a man and it was nothing short of a disaster. He collected me from a pre-arranged place (back of a church) and we went to a chip shop to a meal. Me – a battered burger, chips, curry sauce and a 2 litre of cola Him – half a chicken, chips, gravy, peas (fuck you peas) and an Um Bongo. We got our selected venue for the evening, a bus stop, and he fell off the bench and got gravy on my tits. I, obviously, became enraged, even more than usual thanks to a heavy period, and punched his jaw. He had to go to hospital to get stitches. Any single men out there that feel they are able to handle the baggage that naturally comes with a mask wearing, trans-dimensional, time-travelling, non-existent, witch/author then please contact me.
Absurd Agonies, my first book, is going in for a re-edit before being made available on Amazon. That’s when I feel like it.
All that is left for me to say is:
Be Absurd, be yourself, do not conform, do not be non-conformist just to conform to a bunch of ‘alternative conformists’. You are not a sheep. You are a person. Nobody knows what goes on in your head. Your perceptions and reality are different to every single person in the universe. Enjoy being Absurd, being different. Do not give a shit what other’s think. You are not theirs to judge and remember that they are not yours to judge.