David writes:
…how do you get people to come to your website when they don’t even know your name?
All right, my book sales are in the tank after one good month, and I’m not– I have nothing more to write. I don’t want to post more bullshit. But I have to. Been back through all the shit I wrote and it’s just that, shit. Nothing to say. I have another novel coming except the stinger at the end of the Kristen Roupenian interview is: she’s writing one about the same thing. It will overshadow mine like Saturn next to a grain of sand. Oh well.
I’ve been blogging– Jesus Christ does any word make you want to puke more– blogging for seven years. What came of it. It was something to do. Like the greatest Xbox game ever made. Longer than Skyrim. More pussy than The Witcher 3. I’ll do a fake Barbra Streisand retirement. My last tour. Better buy tickets now. Better tell me please don’t go. Maybe I’ll do a site redesign. Maybe I’ll submit to Terror House. I don’t have the balls to quit.
I’d be nothing. You can’t just be a large mammal. Something has to fill your mind and if it’s your job you’ll shoot people. That’s what irritates me about Kristen Roupenian. She never worked. She gets to live in relationship world. If I ever made anything good I was in relationship world. In job world five days of the week just don’t exist.
I wrote a novel– I put it out like three weeks ago. Now it doesn’t exist.
I have to plug it but unlike Kristen Roupenian I don’t have publicists and copy editors. I have to slaughter the cow myself, gut it, skin it, tan the hide, smoke the meat, make mead flagons out of its horns myself. I’m sick of looking at this cow and now I have to tell people how great the fucking cow is. I alone must say this. Can one fucking person– one famous person, or a woman with big tits– just fucking say it’s good in public.
Why does everything have to have this evil flipside where something good leads to something that sucks worse. For example why does one month of satisfying book sales and page views lead to this hangover of normal sales and views feeling worse than it did before. Satan runs the world.
Anyway: how to get people to read.
You could post a link in my comments. That’s what I did. Posted in comments on Heartiste dot WordPress dot com and New York Magazine. A few others. The Heartiste one worked. It was the Fifty Shades of Grey review. It instantly got me an audience. I was posting ever day so it built and built.
But no one clicks links from comments anymore. Also I only have one commenter. A man obsessed with making me feel bad. And it works. I know he’s retarded. I feel like he must be Korean but it works, it works perfectly. I post that I’m an aging male secretary and he comments that I’m an aging male secretary and it hurts. Again and again. It hurts every time. And sometimes it doesn’t hurt for five minutes or an hour but anything negative in life there’s the back chamber of the bicameral mind or whateverthefuck that just keeps pushing and pushing until a moment it can hurt you. I’d say that’s why I drank but even drinking didn’t help. That voice still there… and then it gets personified outside of you. By someone who you want to think… what. You don’t know anything about them. You know everything about me, and what he says is true.
You get to the point where you don’t give a shit about being an aging male secretary. Whatever job I had would feel this way. There’s no “good” job. People passionate about their jobs are not people. They really should be killed. Money is the passion you have when you have no soul to have another passion. Someone who makes money is not a person, I want to think.
Also: I make money! That’s why you don’t read about my job. It’s a) not bad and b) greatly enriches me. Walking away money. But someone will take it. Them, or some woman.
Every mean comment hurts me. And there’s always one guy. Maybe the same guy for years. You’d think a person repeating your own self-deprecating remarks wouldn’t hit. But it does. Every time. You figure: someone hurt them so they hurt you et cetera. The cycle of abuse. But neither knowing that nor any other spiritual horseshit ever helps, at all. God won’t help. Alcoholics Anonymous practices, Acceptance won’t help. Nothing helps. There’s no God. God is evil. My haters do not make me stronger. I’m not Christina Aguilera or some other whore.
Anything but male secretary would be worse. Coder. Salesman. Aspergers freak with a huge chromosome damage dick he’ll never use or slightly toned down Ted Bundy. It’s worth it to eat that humiliation. For not having to network. Not having to cold call. Not having to sell myself, push myself, promote myself. To not say synergize.
The Fifty Shades review was topical. Something everyone was talking about. I got on it fast. I’d read it before it came out. When it was an e-book called Master of the Universe by Snowqueens Icedragon. Erotic Twilight fanfiction. I’d been told by another asshole in my movie and TV company that it was my job to track independent e-books. He’d read that independent e-books were hot. There was a New York Times article.
I read Master of the Universe by Snowqueens Icedragon, the world’s greatest e-book. My “big” boss knew I’d been told to track e-books and I knew from online forums that Master would get big. He’d hear about it. Ask angrily why didn’t we get this. I had to go explain to him: you’ll hear about this e-book. Master of the Universe. It’s not about He-Man. It’s bondage pornography based on Twilight, and it’s topping the cha– yes, no, I didn’t– no I’m serious, that’s what it is.
The next day instead of working I wrote the review. On my work computer. I was making $31,000 a year. 11 hours a day. So I wrote blog posts at work and watched Russian porn. Afraid IT might track my activities. Run my sex crimes up the chain to the real boss. They made you call him Mr. Moonves.
Now you can’t get page views on a blog. It can’t be done. Your blog won’t be good. I’m the best there is, and I suck. The good news is: just about every professional writer is retarded. Dishonest. To the point where the word “writer” makes me sick. The field is wide open. Write every day for a year. Forget the results. Focus on the work. Get so famous you don’t remember who I am.
delicioustacos 
How’d your life be different if you lived in a time writing hadn’t been invented?
don’t post here often, but in response to:
>>I have another novel coming except the stinger at the end of the Kristen Roupenian interview is: she’s writing one about the same thing. It will overshadow mine like Saturn next to a grain of sand. Oh well.
Who gives a fuck? Just produce man. Keep churning out work. Some guys write for years and years before anything sticks. Produce. Improve. Produce again. Improve more. And so on.
Worry about this things you can control. End corny ass personal development rant.
this anon gets it. great reply.
based on what DT has divulged on his gay little pink blog (which badly needs a redesign and improved SEO btw), it’s clear that delicious tacos holds too much internal resentment towards external things he can’t control, like the ent/publishing biz giving all attention to chicklit cunts. i can relate because i do the same and have a lot of angst against the world. but hey, its up to DT to resolve his issues, or don’t. we’re just here to read the free words and maybe try to leave a funny comment.
here’s a wild idea for you DT, you live in LA, why not go do some faggoty liberal LA stuff like transcendental meditation. maybe you’ll meet david lynch and maybe naomi watts will suck your dick after a few sessions. she’s back on the market. you never know what can happen. put yourself out there. do some hot yoga. bikram. the founder of twitter does bikram and he’s a multi-billionaire. you’re not gonna get anywhere by staying indoors in your sweaty overpriced jackshack apt playing witcher 3 and talking to others behind your private twatter acct.
didn’t you imply that you were French? where is your Elan Vital. ask cernovich if he can invite you on a LIVE YOUTUBE STREAM or PEROSCOPE chat or whateverthefuck. don’t show your face, just voice. get your deltacos name out there and they’ll find your book eventually. but you’ll only annoy people if you keep shilling the book as if new people will automatically “get it” right from being linked to the amazon page. you’re book sales are slowing because you’re too shilly about the book. its overkill that you have both the sidebar image AND the stickied post. the stickied post makes it look like this site is not updated.
just my two cents. of course you’ll just tell me to fuck off and eat a dick. that’s fine.
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You are still an aging male secretary, and I am actually French and a lesbian, not Korean.
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no one gave a shit about bukowski until he was 50 and you’re not bukowski
give it another 20 years
I’m not korean or retarded you faggot. I am however a coder, because coders make $200000.
I am not going to insult you anymore. You got high off your own supply of incel commenters and I sought fit to bring you back to reality, because it was some distasteful shit.
Watch this so you do not hang yourself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44f3mxcsI50
In parting, fuck you.
Signed,
hctiB
Lol hciB,
you seem like you’re super mad. why you so mad? why you so lonely and mad?
LOL coders make $200000 derp derp! I’m an angry guy who has to try to troll obscure comment sections.
lmao dude, your level of bitter-faggotry is pretty aweinspiring.
I feel your pain, one week back in 2006, my first, and only book, reached the top 100,000 book sales on amazon, must have been a slow week for other books. Since then, I have kept banging away on the keyboard, to this point, posting my work on the internet, with a lot of trepidation. For the first time in 51 years of life I have discovered a new stronger me, and fear the vicious cowards of the internet, which would test my resolve in the confidence of this new person I have found, and thus be thrust back to the mania of 2013, not good. I have a dream to publish again, but have no clue about how good or bad what I write is, so would take the negative comments to heart.
Hey man, your writing is good. That’s not the problem. Making $$$ in any creative field is less likely than making $$$ playing the lottery. You’re down because you’re an aging middle-aged guy with no family. There’s a lot of that going around.
Speaking of your quality writing, send me those secret blog posts or whatever you were offering to sweeten the pot for those of us who bought your book. I emailed you a screenshot from Amazon per your instructions on 12/22.
you gotta be willing to build and be part of a coalition. your book is great, but it’s not selling because the writing is a very small part of it. you have a romantic idea of this. talent is maybe 10%. ask modigliani.
delicious tacos got a huge boost on twitter from BAP and other similar “content creators” in that anprim nihilist bodybuilder niche…that’s what helped catapult The Pussy beyond the usual readers who have been here since searching for “how to make an artificial vagina”.
the problem is that after working 8-10 hrs per day doing internet-related shit, then commute, then gym/eating/showering/shitting/sleeping after, he doesn’t have much time and energy left. the only hope is that he writes or shills his latest book during the weekend, but he’s probably taking some artistic korean slut out to the duck pond, which is a waste of time since she’ll let him fuck her anyway. so really what i’m saying is, DT has time on the weekends—at least a couple hours—to crank out some new BLOGPOSTS or market his book, but he’s sick of it all, he’s sick of us regular readers/commentors, and it sounds like we won’t get new posts until he starts drinking again or goes on some travel vacation. the guy has a decent desk job that probably pays $60K but he’s still miserable because wagecucking kills your soul, restricts blood-flow to your dick and drains you of time/energy/creativity. his creative output so far has been “i fuck various sluts, i hate my job, but the human condition is both sad and poignant so maybe there’s some hope when you see tropical birds flying above a waterfall in peru thanks to your job giving you income and vacation time”….which is an impressive set of feels to communicate, but this is just scratching the surface. patience. there’s a lot more to it. he’s one of the best but he’s also got this huge entitlement ego issue that we can see when he laments not getting as much attention as chicklit authoresses who write about how they lost their virginity in at a high school party gang bang. just a frenly reminder: we live in some fucked up satanic clownworld so lena dunham and christine blasey-ford get the world’s attention whilst a true genius like delicious tacos gets crumbs.
Who cares about writing? How do I get the chubby Latina barista at the shitty overpriced coffee shop across the street from my job to fuck me? I go there and slowly sip $5 tea every day at lunchtime because when she walks by and I get a glimpse of her ass blood immediately starts rushing to my penis. I need you guidance as a leading expert on pussy-getting. If I can’t bury my face into her ass I’m going to kill myself. Please help!
As a long time reader, my diagnosis is first that you have pretty much plumbed the depths of modern anomie (with piercing insight and better than almost anyone else, I should respectfully add). “But what’s left when there’s nothing left?” is a question that many are asking. I would love to read more about your experiences with God, for example.
Second, that you’re lacking in input material. You don’t do as much crazy and self-destructive things in real life anymore, so that’s one source gone. But there’s so much out there to receive. Like the thing about the butter knife on top of Plato’s Republic — the Republic is hard as fuck to read from what I remember but there are 19th-century travelogues, hilarious Middle English poetry, riveting war tales from all ages, and more that are awesome.
Also you’re right that you basically have to hustle for views. I think a good way to do this is to get involved in some community while it’s in the early stages. Like get on “Scuttlebutt” or “Plume” / fediverse or one of these other obscure open source social networks and become the “writer guy” there.
P.S. Why don’t you write erotica under a vaguely feminine sounding pen name and sell it on Amazon? You would kill it and from what I recall those are like the only indie books on Amazon that make any money.
I’m taking this one….
I love you man. Keep on writing.
If it helps everyone’s life is a tragedy. Dr Atlanta Man MD,JD, PhD is recently divorced, his ex wife is already engaged. His new fuck buddy blessed him with nudes(good ones the bitch was hot-you saw them), wild sex(all holes in play), an STD(curable, or I could have just got E Coli from when we went ass to mouth on the first date-who knows, it really doesn’t matter…. ) and ghosting. This was followed by a series of one night stands , a bout of Syphilis, and a serious career setback caused by circumstances unforeseeable and out of my control that may take up to a year to fix. Despite the frequent sexual encounters , my loneliness is constant and I was plagued by thoughts of suicide so intense that I had to go volunteer at the homeless shelter to gain perspective and cut back my drinking because I feared that I could not control my drunken impulses to put a gun in my mouth and end it.
I have no children, no wife, no meaningful relationship of any kind with the opposite sex and an inability to feel anything. I do not even cum most of the time I have sex- I stopped jerking off to see if it would help-it did not. The only sex that makes me cum is so degenerate that I have actually surprised myself with how far I can make girls go within hours of meeting them. I also have to lie about my age to convince women young enough to be my daughter to come home and let me aggressively pound them out, exchange bodily fluids,and cum in their mouth, anus or both. Then I drug myself to sleep with benzodiazapines and prescription cannabis products. I pay a lot to live in South Beach on the water in a building full of whores, drug dealers, and young professionals- I am only happy on Sunday when I go to the pool-The whores do look good in bathing suits and all tan topless.
I am also bald. At least I am not short- Then life would really suck.
Sucks re) your circumstances but glad yer still here, Doc. Keep fuckin doin it to it. And while in South Beach, look up Iggy Pop (nee James Osterberg). I had the luck to meet him & we spoke a fair bit; dude’s a wise ol’ cat.
Medical question: what’s avg. time for a 2.25″ incision from a drained sebaceous cyst to heal (assuming no secondary infection sets in)? Wound cavity is deep enough to stick tip of my pinky in. Am packing it w/forceps & plain gauze strip about 1/2″ wide. Obviously I’m not gonna take your advice as Gospel; just opinion. Thanks, man.
No one actually makes money. The money is all in China and Saudi Arabia. The fucking president is eating McDonald’s. There isn’t another side to this fence, no greener grass – it’s just another grazing field, and another one and another one, stretching on endlessly and forever. No one is free. There’s no one to envy. Hollywood stars die of drug overdoses and suicides… what else do you need to know? Just be happy your asshole isn’t collapsing again yet and go take a walk.
Imagine how *I* feel – I can’t even get an aging male secretary to fuck me.
Christ, I’m grumpy.
Anyway: Twitter drives traffic to lots of shit these days. I assume you know this. People do click links off Twitter (according to my webpage analytics) but you do need to engage all the time & play to the audience. Your feed is great for people who want to know you better, but… you should have gotten one of those college girls off SA to be your social media manager. I get that you don’t want to play the game – but the people who can get you a bigger audience are playing. And the people who will put books on the shelves next to yours are playing too. If you won’t play – then even with all of your content and all of your genius, you won’t be better off than losers like me who don’t produce content. You deserve more. Too bad you got banned off SA.
I don’t get why you don’t make YouTube videos.
I’m sure most of them would be de-monetized due to the content being unfriendly to advertising, but any good content isn’t. Just get a patreon account until they, too, block you. I hear Jordan Peterson is working on an alternative…
Anyway, I’m sure there are plenty of young men who would want to hear your advice or banter.
Sup, faggot. I’ve returned to hurt your fee-fees.
In sex and the city Sarah Jessica Parker has a “im a horse-faced writer with a good body” vibe. She’s the female personification of a gay man in New York.
You, lacking imagination, have wasted 10 years as the LA male version of Carrie Bradshaw. That makes you the male personification of a female personification of a gay man, which means: you’re gay.
Cuck
At least your signing off with “Cuck” has a certain je-ne-sais-quoi
This faggot’s a backwards centaur: face of a horse, body of a man.
Until black testicles fit in his mouth he will remain unhappy.
hctiB –
Lol awwww, who was the big man who hurt you?
you can tell us, why are you in so much pain?
Lol
dude, why are you so lonely?
It was a pretty damn good book though. Not a crowd pleaser but a cult classic. You should push it a bit harder. Send it to Chuck Palahniuk or something.
Writing a book just like CELEB’s is great, then you can get it shown in the ‘people who loved X also loved Y’ bar.
Your writing still sucks.
This has to be one of your OKCupid exes. Look everyone, look at the damage wrought by the social network.
You are right. This blogger’s a fag
tman29 –
lol the fact that you make several different account names is hugely pathetic man.
what did the blogger say that hurt you so much?
https://wgntv.com/2019/01/22/27-year-old-arrested-after-threatening-to-kill-women-because-hes-a-virgin/
I read that news story, and the first person who popped into my mind was a 27 year old Utah version of Delicious Tacos. LOL!
Maybe this incel will write an apocalyptic hate fantasy in jail. Like the stupid fagogt that run this blog
hciB – LOL at you calling anyone else an INCEL, LOLOLOLOL.
heh, just a thought, but maybe you’d get more book sales if you set your twatter back to Public and, yes i hate to say it, be “more active on social media” like when you were interacting with frogtwitter. you milquetoast faggot. i also warned you years ago to get WHOIS privacy and you ignored that tip. i was just trying to look out for you. then you got a doxx scare and set your twitter to private, which is hurting your book sales. listen to advice next time. i’m younger than you but i know some shit. you will probably figure out who i am if you see this comment and think about it. i was also the one who kept encouraging you to publish your best posts into amazon kdp, which resulted in hot naked tits, which evolved into the pussy and now you’ve finally nutted out a full novel.
when you’re ready to sack up and get help with promoting stuff, email me. if not that’s fine too. keep being an aging male secretary who gets easy aznslut pussy. it’s stable. it’s not a bad life. things could be worse. you could be a full-blown incel min-wagie like many others. i’ve been a reader since 2012 or 2013…and will continue giving you pageviews after i drunkenly remember “oh yeah that guy”…but only if you continue writing the funny things.
A lot of people are here are here giving you advice. None of it will help. The only thing that would help you is if someone went ten years back in time and told you:
Don’t waste your 30’s chasing trash pussy.
Don’t waste your 30’s carpetbombing 10000+ women in Los Angeles with OKCupid spam.
Don’t waste your 30’s building an online brand no one will give a fuck about in 2019.
Even if someone told you all this, you’d ignore it because you thought you were too smart. You thought you were an exceptional case.
Instead you turned out to be the unexceptional case. The predictable thing happened and you wasted a damn decade.
Fucking loser.
the only advice that mattered was “buy a fuckton of bitcoin” and if you or me or DT had just done so during the 2013-2016 lull we’d at least have the “worrying about having enough money saved and debt paid off” issue solved. everyone had at least 3-4 years to do it, but most didn’t.
the kicker is that both me and DT follow some guy on twitter called ALLCAPSBRO and he was usually joking about bitcoin as far back as 2013. if we had just looked into it, bought a few, just a few, and then did nothing aside from keeping the login/password to a simple coinbase account, we would at least have $40K spare to do stuff with….whether that means paying off kike-debt or simply paying amazon’s advertising fee so more people see his book as a “SPONSORED” suggestion.
if if if if if if iffffff fuuuuck. too late now. the hype is gone and with it that huge once-in-a-1000-years opportunity.
DT doesn’t need advice. he needs feedback, objective feedback. he’s already taken the first step by removing that stickied post. most of his readers are not dumb, but we are lazy. if we land on delicioustacos dot com and then see that stickied post, many of us are too lazy to scroll further and we just assume DT hasn’t posted anything new. at least that’s what happened to me. another suggestion/feedback is this:
change “FINALLY, SOME GOOD NEWS” in the sidebar to “PREVIEW MY NEW NOVEL:” and then link the book cover image in the sidebar to that post that shows the first 7 free chapters. just a thought, not advice, just something to *test* or “A/B test” as we internet marketing hucksters like to call it. it costs nothing to play around with your site’s configuration to squeeze more conversions out of existing traffic. the big question is, what more can DT do to improve his book sales beyond this existing trickle of random visitors looking up “girls who like fake rape”.
i was wandering Barnes & Noble today and saw Marina Abramovich’s memoir featured on one of their shelves….it’s some sort of best seller? i don’t know, didn’t stop to check. her face scared me away immediately. maybe DT should review that book and write something about how all women are semen demon spirit-cookers in their own way. who knows. not advice, just suggestions and feedback. thank you taking action on my feedback about the stickied post. but you’ve got to still link to that somehow, because there’s probably still new visitors interested in those free chapter previews.
nothing wrong with plowing through LA’s trash-pussy heap, the only real issue is getting hung up on any one of them and doing it in a way that wastes time/energy/money. i’m not claiming to be some turbochad, far from it, but i’ve dipped my wick enough times to realize that sex is a biological function much like eating or shitting. men just feel the urge after 1-3 days of not nutting. DT has covered this in his past writing: the difference between eating and fucking is that even while banging out pussy you’re still dissatisfied and thinking of some other new wet cunt or that one missed opportunity at the grocery store. at least with eating a burger you feel full after. there’s no such thing as sexual satisfaction. once you get something you wanted, you’ll fail to appreciate it somehow. the biggest tragedy in life is getting what you want, or not getting it…Oscar wilde. this is why David Carradine was found dangling from the ceiling after beating off in the most complex way. you don’t get relief or lasting satisfaction, you just keep chasing higher highs, more pusy more money more book sales etc. etc. until one day you die and the ride is over.
Hey Delicioustacos. These are your fans after a decade. Good job dude.
reply to TMan69’s “Hey Delicioustacos. These are your fans after a decade. Good job dude.”
…and yet here you are with the rest of us…what are you doing here, if you’re such a winner you ought to be out having a grand old time with sexy grils on your arms.
I’m here to cyberbully a faggot
tman –
lol dude, you can’t cyberbully for shit let’s be real. you just come across as a super angry loser. that’s it.
lol.
Penis
relevant place to get some new readers:
https://salo-forum.com/index.php?threads/california-is-fundamentally-off-a-social-study.4413/
delet this
i’ve given up on white european women. they’re too crazy and brainwashed at this point. just look at kittenholiday. she’s hot but she’s a 40 yr old single mom who aspires to be a well-known writer/authoress. any woman with career/status aspirations will eventually be a pain in the ass.
the future is brown. i’m ready to embrace this aesthetic:
They’re ugly though. And they smell weird.
i agree the vast majority of them ugly and smelly, but there’s approx 2%-5% of them who are OK and marginally better than some Post-Wall white woman who thinks she deserves to be with a millionaire/athlete and travel the world while her husband is another $200k-salaried SFcuck. Example: instagram.com/lollyhalladay. Note the lack of kids and her lack of tits. Her husband refers to her as “wifey” and they think of each other as “best friends”. This is the word type of marriage and must be avoided.
anyway, regarding the browns and yellows…that’s not being charitable or racist, just accurate. most “ethnic” women really are disgusting. look at robert de niro’s wife for example. look at george lucas’ current wife…face and body reminiscent of one of his weird alien characters. keep in mind these men are (1) rich and (2) famous but they end up with disgusting women. and then look at brendan fraser, the ultimate meme of getting JUST’d except now bezos will probably payout more. both married white women. these might sound like cherry-picked extreme cases but basically I’m showing you examples that white or non-white, you just have to pick *girls* who are (1) not older than 19 and (2) traditional and (3) feminine. i’ve been down the MILF-hunting path and its led to only bad outcomes. i’ve been with career-focused women as well as women who owned their business. also shit.
now i’m thinking, yeah, a 19 yr old feminine latina might not be so bad after all, provided she showers regularly, works out enough to keep a taut body, wears light makeup/perfume and has great tits/ass. if you want to have lots of kids, latinas and black women are more likely to give that to you. if you want to live a tradlife with a tradwife you’ll need to first find that tradgirl. and a tradgirl is submissive/feminine. the thing about latinas is that they are willing to be submissive to whites, especially the ones with higher spanish blood.
the future is black and brown if we don’t have kids. it will be white and beige if we finally sack up, boot the chosen ones, conquer the world, and fuck latinas asians iranians. by working together we can make it happen. its a huge longshot that will require years of work, so most men will prefer to “get money and retire to SEasia”
yea yea tons of typos:
the vast majority of them *are* ugly and smelly
This is the *worst* type of marriage and must be avoided.
“SHILLBRUARY”
agree & amplify
zero fucks given
assume the sale
make offers daily
always be selling
nice
might as well go Full-Shill mode and write something *topical*. by ur own admission those are the ones that tend to get the most clicks and eyeballs. the superbowl is coming up. the biggest “ad agencies” have been preparing funny commercials all year just for this special sunday. what else. winter blizzard hitting various parts of the northeast whilst we’re comfy here in socal. global climate change is real, and its (1) racist for making poor minnesotan somalians and dearborn muslims cold and (2) all dahnald trumps fault. anyway whats john podesta been up to…has he opened up a daycare by now yet. do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. i wouldn’t be surprised if the podestas are already silent investors in kindercare. not gonna bother looking up who owns KinderCare because i have a feeling it’s one of the Chosen. you can check if you want.
gonna send a direct email to jared fagboy kushner and tell him ivanka dreams of getting gangbanged by the same african migrants he wishes to unleash on the usa. its in her dna…german women are the biggest sluts. its because they’re direct descendants of ww2 rape babies.
one more thing, check this out if you haven’t already:
https://salo-forum.com/index.php?threads/the-gospel-according-to-thomas777.4482/
he’s basically the neo-nazi-heroin-addict version of you.
Damn, what a mind. This guy’s 40 IQ points smarter than delicioustacos and also more of a fuckup. Both these will make delicioustacos jealous, until he begins to think “ive fucked more women than him”
re: “Both these will make delicioustacos jealous, until he begins to think “ive fucked more women than him”
muh dick muh money muh comfort are basically the only arguments against living the bukowski and thomas777 scumbag lifestyle. there are those who talk about “the blackpill” and then there are those who truly live it.
The city of Las Vegas is a microcosm of American vice in any given era. So to understand it, you need to understand the (downward) trajectory of American culture.
First and foremost, Adams observed that the American people expressed a level of avarice that was historically unprecedented – even the best racial and social stock did at the point of America’s formal inception. So we began history in a sense while afflicted with a terrible spiritual tension between greed and piety, both of which were always as hungry for an outlet as a junkie is for a fix.
Secondly, the American west hosts a mythology unto itself that entails a belief that any man, regardless of station, can strike gold out in the desert, if he’s sufficiently brash, brazen, ruthless and a skilled enough hustler. Vegas was built in the middle of a literal desert and it became a magnet for America’s evil and heroic archetypes – cowboys, Indians, bloodletters, badmen, sheen-suited Chicago wiseguys, their pornographically alluring gun molls, immigrant entrepenuers with no moral compass, and grifters by trade. A component of the ”American Dream” entails a belief that any man can be rich, concomitant with a rather crude and boyish reverence for miscreants. Both of these things are attributable to a pervasive cultural narcissism and the fact that American society is highly conformist and boring.
Finally, a basic absence of creativity and an inordinate value assigned to hedonism and perceived status in the minds of Americans leads them to seek out pre-crafted experiences that they believe will distinguish them and mark them as sufficiently worldly to be valued by an anonymous audience of their fellow Americans. So they seek out environs like Las Vegas to feel both ”authentic” in a counterfeit kind of way and to demonstrate to others than they have acquired sensual experiences that they think are equated with the good life. After its over, they return to middle class drudgery or trailer park hell, bossy wives and wifely bosses, moronic consumption that harms their ability to earn a living and that breeds even more nihilism – all for the honor of sharing their Vegas pics on ”Facebook” to convince other people they’re actually not complete stiffs.
Of course, if you’re young and have wanderlust and aren’t a shithead in America, you’re in luck b/c the world’s biggest highway system is outside your front door. So you can escape the madness of everybody else by driving to the Oregon coast and doing a lot of dope while parked at the beach and nobody will really bother you. Or you can get lost in the dense woods of Wisconsin and not see another soul. Or you can drive due South and try to navigate backroads that existed since Sherman plotted the same route and observe people who sweat history like nigger running backs sweat gatorade – but none of these appeal to Homo Americanus at present b/c there won’t be an audience there to witness them trying to act out the dinner theatre version of HBO Original Programming like they could in Vegas.
Good effing lord
Thomas777 is the best writer, and the Las Vegas rant is one of my favorites. The tragedy is that he’s basically semi-homeless and no one knows what’s going on with him. He might be dead or living out of a car. If he actually had a stable life with income and wrote in a consistent way, he’d be a lot more well-known for sure.
Anyone who likes delicious tacos dot com should check out T777’s forum posts, they’re in the link. Might not be your cuppa tea if you’re a mincing twat without appreciation for history and culture. Keep in mind his writing is mostly pre-2010, and he was shitting on everyone, including fake christians, neocons, boomers, etc. long before anyone realized wtf was going on in the world.
tldr.
lmao at you writing a fucking NOVEL in the comment section that no one will read.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL fucking loser man
The internet is a waste of time. Outrage sells, but that’s it. I don’t think there’s anything of value on here anymore. No one has the time or desire to think anymore. Writers of literary fiction are like mathematicians with an abacus. No one cares except other nerdy writers. I care about your writing but I’m a nerdy writer trying and failing to do the same things. Your book will be better than Karen Roupenian’s if you keep it brutally honest. I don’t think she has the depth you have and if anything is going to stand out and be memorable it’s honesty because it’s so rare and unfamiliar. The only place left to find it is in fiction. Always a fan, ❤ Kitten
Kitten why ain’t you got an IG, joootube or snap?? get with the times. also: poast more tiddy pix pls. at least in a bikini. 1 photo with cleavage in the sidebar ain’t enough. clock’s tickin.
“Now you can’t get page views on a blog. It can’t be done.”
false. you’re getting a page view right now.
*tips fedora*
Hey retard all the time you wasted writing this gay-ass shit could have been spent writing some alright-ass shit for your next book. Who gives a goddamn flip if you never reach more than 1000 people. You reached 1000 people. You want more than what you need.
Jesus loves you.
Nice shitshow you stirred up here. I just came across this old Metafilter comment from TheLastPsychiatrist, thought it might have some therapeutic value to offer.
“The thing is, you could be an amazing writer and no one, including yourself, would ever know it; but it is impossible to think you’re an amazing athlete and not know. America loves to cultivate talent. If it can’t metric that talent, you’re pretty much on your own.” Those actually aren’t his words, but here’s the whole thing anyway:
https://www.metafilter.com/102159/Shakespeare-and-Verlander#3616705
Funny, I’ve been reading normie “how to promote your ebook” posts the past couple days because I just published mine, and I randomly stumbled across this “just give up” one and it’s way better than all the others in terms of practical advice.
Anyway, here’s the link to mine: https://medium.com/@adamwinfield/under-toronto-6d457338408d
But as you say, no one will click it.
Your writing is important to me.