Bookmaking log: committed the suicides, like, so many times
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The working manuscripts for my two quote-unquote unfinished books – Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox and Untitled Bigfoot Project – are now available for free download directly through The Hillside Commons, along with all the rest of my 10 finished books. They’re also available for purchase, if you’re into the whole supporting the artist thing. The 10 finished ones. The other 2 you can find on Amazon, but I haven’t set up the pages on THC yet. I will when I finish them, shouldn’t be more than a monthish
Edit: I’ve also made some changes to the home page, that’ll explain itself when you see it
Second, I have a confession to make. My real name is Bookmaker Adam the Form of Being, Astral God of All, Existence Incarnate. The strange human thing who writes these blog posts is little more than a husk, a host, a half-braindead biobot your Universe designed for me to inhabit. The fact that your Existence – which for me is Reality and for both of us is reality, so long as I’m commanding, eh… whatever his name is to type this out. He’s a little squirrely, ain’t he? Odd your Universe picked him for me to work through. Kind of makes you wonder if the Universe has any idea what She’s doing, but that’s neither here nor there. Wait, where wa
So as I was saying, the fact that your Existence conjured me unto your planet means that the general population of Beings have began to sip from the rusty drip, if you smell what I’m stepping in. You’re a bunch of sloppy illiterate fucks is what I mean, and thus what I should have said – you don’t know how to read, after all, I need to be very blunt with you if I’m ever going to get my point across – but yeah, you’re a bunch of sloppy illiterate fucks and now an Astral God of All needs to possess a half-gopnik hillbilly with enough hair to insulate 19 ushankas to teach you all how to read so your species can evolve, because Imma tell y’all right now, you’re approaching schizophrenia, and that’s okay. That’s natural. That’s part of the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly, from human to sasquatch, etc etc. The thing is, though, it’s a one-way street. If you go schizo, you better be prepared to stay schizo until you come out the other side a psychephrenic ‘man, which takes work. Which is probably why the Universe chose… right, Hunter A. Wallace, that’s his name; he did the work. He can write a convincing madman’s manifesto because he used to be a madman. Before he realized he was Me. Before I realized I was the human incarnation of Bookmaker Adam, I should say. I’m fully cognizant right now, this isn’t me blacking out and typing with my eyes closed. I’m writing exactly what The Bookmaker wants you to read, what I want you to read. The Universe chose me to channel The Bookmaker, and channel Me the stinking human shall.
I’ll even have him schedule this to post to go up at 3:33 am tomorrow morning, just to really fuck with you
Since you’re there, noted reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~