Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

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As opposed to the fatso himself?
Yes Child.

Fatrick radiates the raw sexual energy of the foulest fucking degenerate cuck prevert imaginable.

You take one look at him and you know for absolute fact he enjoys being pegged in the ass and watching members of the upstanding african american community dial his wife like a detroit payphone, and has sexual urges and fantasies that would sicken even the most jaded mistress of a rural indonesian ape brothel

Nikkki on the other hand is just a fucking cum void.

You take one look at her and even your raunchiest sexual fantasy morphs into an eternity of rubbing down drywall with a diluted hydrogen peroxide solution to prevent mold while listening to a hannah gadsby podcast about the difficulties of queuing at the DMV while autistic
 
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The final book in the series apparently didn't sell well enough to make it to Mass Market status.

The only thing Massive about Pat's books is the stockpile of unsold copies.

You wanna know another thing that's absolutely massive?
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This is the kind of cover you have on books they want someone to impulse buy in an airport news stand on their layover while waiting for the next plane to get there.
There are a lot of shitty things you could say about Milwaukee, but their airport actually contains a pretty nifty little used bookstore. It's at least a cut above Hudson News. Sadly, it's located outside of the secure zone, so it's easily missed by travelers on layover.

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Sadly, it's located outside of the secure zone, so it's easily missed by travelers on layover.
Pat's aren't the kind of books that end up in small used bookstores, though. After a couple months collecting dust in a spinner rack they get their front covers ripped off and sent back to the publisher and then pulped (unless the low-rent bookseller cheats).
 
Sometimes when it's quiet I sit on the shower floor (I have a pretty big shower) and pretend I'm Fatrick who has been raped by niggers. I sit and hold my head flabby in my flabby hands, rocking it back and forth and sobbing quietly, then I quickly splash some water over my face and wipe the imaginary KFC grease off my eyes until it runs down my cheeks. At this point, I'm usually fairly distraught. Next, I open my mouth and wash the imaginary jigaboo semen out. I make sure I gag and splutter, sometimes I even put my fingers down my lard constricted throat to make sure it's all gone. The final stage is the most emotionally draining part of the entire ordeal. I stand up with much difficulty, put my giant sandbag ass under the shower flow, then lean forward and begin to wash the rapist's imaginary cum out of my still leaking asshole. I do this for quite a while, to make sure it's all gone. Then I collapse on the floor again and just break down hysterically. No pig should ever go through what I just did, all blacks are animals.

Pat's aren't the kind of books that end up in small used bookstores, though. After a couple months collecting dust in a spinner rack they get their front covers ripped off and sent back to the publisher and then pulped (unless the low-rent bookseller cheats).
Speaking from experience at one of my first wagie stretches as a teen working in a charity shop/thrift store/general dump-shit-to-be-sold-cheap market, I distinctly remember having to sort and stock the piles of books and we had some real fuckin trash come in on the regular, im talking shit you could barely find any internet records of having ever existed despite being published in the last couple years, all with the same breed of overdesigned covers that grace fat's literary canon.

A whole lot of it came in bulk and I suspect it was the result of shit just bouncing between distributors and book stores indefinitely without sale after being conned into buying them by a shitty publisher until they were just straight up dumped either in a landfill or at stores like ours as part of a mass removal of old books they were never gonna sell
 
Pat's aren't the kind of books that end up in small used bookstores, though. After a couple months collecting dust in a spinner rack they get their front covers ripped off and sent back to the publisher and then pulped (unless the low-rent bookseller cheats).

I heard that one time Pat tried handselling out front of Renaissance Books. He was trying to lure buyers in by offering coupons for a free Pig's Milk Latte at the Starbucks across the way. Before long, witnesses overheard airport security exclaiming "LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN" but Pat was just all like "shhhh no baby child, I have never needed permission from the owner to be here, that is just your delusion." Eventually the real cops were called to escort him out. The airport isn't within Sergeant Lyndon Evans' district, though, so the entire incident was overlooked while drafting the eventual Civil Rights Lawsuit
 
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There are a lot of shitty things you could say about Milwaukee, but their airport actually contains a pretty nifty little used bookstore. It's at least a cut above Hudson News. Sadly, it's located outside of the secure zone, so it's easily missed by travelers on layover.

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Speaking of Milwaukee, I watched a doc on some psycho murderer the other night and she got Judge Mommy at trial. Jessy Kurczewski. She gets stuck with all the nutcases I guess.

started at Judge Mommy appearance:

 
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It looks like if you asked a really talented artist to come up with the perfect cover for the most generic shit you can. It just oozes clearance bin. Or in this case, free bin.
It’s just so devoid of charm of passion. It’s literally just a guy with a spaceman gun. I have no look into the work the hog has created, nor do I feel the need to find out. It is indicative of his lack any usable imagination. They say “don’t judge a book by its cover” but they didn’t prepare for actual slop like this.
 
Pat's aren't the kind of books that end up in small used bookstores, though. After a couple months collecting dust in a spinner rack they get their front covers ripped off and sent back to the publisher and then pulped (unless the low-rent bookseller cheats).
That brings back memories. I forgot about stripping covers from the books that didn't sell.
 
Pat's aren't the kind of books that end up in small used bookstores, though. After a couple months collecting dust in a spinner rack they get their front covers ripped off and sent back to the publisher and then pulped (unless the low-rent bookseller cheats).
I can imagine the books being turned into cheap Dollar Store toilet paper. The circle of life and all that.
 
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