Just finished the video 😮💨, coughing up a lung over here “where I’m from” with all that smoke mannnnn! Lol it’s getting real out here in the Substack Streets. Made me thing of that other Sean Carter song, “Lyrical Exercise.” 😏🫡
Wait, wait, wait, I gotta beat 2 for my shot at you? Who wants to get chewed up?
I had a genuine depressive dark night of the soul last night. I had a dude chew my ass for 24 hours last week until I snapped out. I'm sitting up last night, middle of the night ADHD medless, full of too much Easter ass rabbit food, too much sugar (a depressant, just so you know, sugar is a depressant.) I'm doubting the legitimacy of my whole ass career. And it's ten years in but I'll be honest, shit is feast or famine and it is sometimes very barely a "career" but it's doing what I love.
Everyone talkin' bout Goats, everyone talkin' bout lists, everyone talkin' bout all this woo-wop bullshit and I'm sitting here and my most viewed piece of fiction on this platform is A FAKE FUCKING EMAIL.
And now to get to ARC, my brother, Fidel, and yeah, that's my fam because we had tension true story, but to get into the ring with you, I have to go through two?
Fuck it, I don't like that number. I want three.
They can be house matches with no audience.
Who wants to get put on the clock with Emil fuckin' Ottoman and get torn up?
On the clock I'll say maybe 3 of y'all got a chance.
I've been doing prompt drills on a timer for a decade, ask Edith Bow. I have notebooks full of this shit.
My only published piece of fiction was written in 2 hours, got bought an hour later, no revisions.
I cut promos like Randy Poffo and I break kayfabe less than Sabu.
ARC puttin' Prometheus, The Rainbow Rat, down in the farm leagues.
Who has my Brooks running shoe on their throat and wants my smoke?
You could do it all in ONE place from a private discord server, but you know what I'm finding? Discord is obtuse and I fucking hate it, and I've made like, 20 of them. It's free for a reason, it was made by gamers, for gamers, the learning curve is steep, and the fucking... god, I need my meds.
Can’t wait!
Can’t find a lie.
I'm gonna get that description of me tattooed down my back.
I worked a lot on it! You earned it. Excited for the battle!
Truly some of the kindest words I’ve received, I appreciate the gift!
I was sad I didn't see you earlier because fuck me running, ARC got the description right.
Y’all, I’m gonna go all Sally Field if you don’t quit it
excited for this!
Excited
Let's stomp: stompers. gSr
I love flash fiction.
Make sure to come tomorrow. Its a blast as a contest.
I will do it. Eastern standard right: at ? I'll be there.
Yep. 3:00 PM EST
See you 12:00 noon PsT
Awesome!!
Thanks!
Just finished the video 😮💨, coughing up a lung over here “where I’m from” with all that smoke mannnnn! Lol it’s getting real out here in the Substack Streets. Made me thing of that other Sean Carter song, “Lyrical Exercise.” 😏🫡
Let’s go!!! For the culture 🧐
Wait, wait, wait, I gotta beat 2 for my shot at you? Who wants to get chewed up?
I had a genuine depressive dark night of the soul last night. I had a dude chew my ass for 24 hours last week until I snapped out. I'm sitting up last night, middle of the night ADHD medless, full of too much Easter ass rabbit food, too much sugar (a depressant, just so you know, sugar is a depressant.) I'm doubting the legitimacy of my whole ass career. And it's ten years in but I'll be honest, shit is feast or famine and it is sometimes very barely a "career" but it's doing what I love.
Everyone talkin' bout Goats, everyone talkin' bout lists, everyone talkin' bout all this woo-wop bullshit and I'm sitting here and my most viewed piece of fiction on this platform is A FAKE FUCKING EMAIL.
And now to get to ARC, my brother, Fidel, and yeah, that's my fam because we had tension true story, but to get into the ring with you, I have to go through two?
Fuck it, I don't like that number. I want three.
They can be house matches with no audience.
Who wants to get put on the clock with Emil fuckin' Ottoman and get torn up?
On the clock I'll say maybe 3 of y'all got a chance.
I've been doing prompt drills on a timer for a decade, ask Edith Bow. I have notebooks full of this shit.
My only published piece of fiction was written in 2 hours, got bought an hour later, no revisions.
I cut promos like Randy Poffo and I break kayfabe less than Sabu.
ARC puttin' Prometheus, The Rainbow Rat, down in the farm leagues.
Who has my Brooks running shoe on their throat and wants my smoke?
OH, I had to listen to the rant. Yeah, nah, that's all real.
This gonna be good. But could you keep the moderation simpler than last time brother? You were ready but like, way over ready.
Yeah I gotta get a better balance! I have an idea for that this time!
You could do it all in ONE place from a private discord server, but you know what I'm finding? Discord is obtuse and I fucking hate it, and I've made like, 20 of them. It's free for a reason, it was made by gamers, for gamers, the learning curve is steep, and the fucking... god, I need my meds.