This Book Kills Fascists

 I've been working really hard all my life on never writing a book. This book. But I appear to have developed a bad case of blocked block. 

It's called Escape from The Morgue. 

Big publishers keep asking me for stuff then dangling the carrot further away. "Write something like Hyperobjects...I mean, not that, but like that." You ever see the agent skits on Mitchell and Webb? Where one of them draws a smiley on the Mona Lisa and says "Do something more like that...not THAT, of course, but you know, that."

I don't have an agent for that reason. Agents never get what I say. It's from the future and they're dealing with reliable money makers with identifiable record store labels. 

When I send the publishers things, they say ooh, that's too strange. 

It't not too strange. It's just not published yet. Hyperobjects is published, giving you the impression that it's okay to support it. 

Been running into this all my life. Hasn't stopped me. 

But this book is about child abuse. And it's coming for the whole crew of "anti-w***" sadists, whose very use of that mockery of Black dialect and allies implies they already know too much. They themselves do. The cat is most assuredly out of the bag. And they don't scare me. And in particular, the transphobic everything going on right now? They chose the wrong thing to attack there, in terms of activating me. I am coming for them. 

Publishers, if you're reading this, you really ought to consider this one. I will get someone to publish this and then I will get on TV with my lovely new Bernie speaking agent person. 

The De Sadists of this world don't scare me, because from day one on this Earth I have had to deal with the fact that my father was a psychopath. They're pathetic little clowns by comparison.