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Want to know why I don’t have this or similar here at Team Demented? Of course you don’t, which is why I’m going to tell you. If you were interested I wouldn’t say a word, fuck you.
Because the kind of pond scum who take without asking aren’t going to read that and have a sudden epiphany, and then spend the rest of their days walking the earth, chanting Govinda jaya jaya, gopala jaya jaya, and retracing their digital steps to apologise to those whose shit they’ve stolen. They are, succinctly, horrible bastards, and said horrible bastards don’t do things humans do. One of these days I’ll regale you with my Theory of Humans treaty. It’s fucking excellent, but now it’s late and I’m tired, so ner.
Earlier tonight, I can’t remember why, but I googled some shit I wrote back in 2003 when I lived in China. All the attributions had been stripped out and I’ve personally had four people over the years send it to me, not knowing I wrote it, and saying “Dude! This shit sounds like something you’d write!” Yep, because I did. Over on fuckfacebook later I found a bunch of missionaries – I kid you not, I’m not making this shit up – who stripped down my stuff and then took credit for it. And that right there is why I don’t bother. We don’t need protection from the honourable, and there’s no protection from the dishonourable.
For myself, if I’m not willing to lose it I don’t put it online unless it’s behind a pay wall. Just thought I’d throw that in, because tonight I finished ‘Spiral’ but I’m too tired / couldn’t be fucked to proof it. I changed the ending, so advance apologies to those I’d promised word porn, gratuitous sex scenes, and descriptive spanking to.