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When being independant means a more acute and helpless kind of molestation

To companies stealing from artists (in this case Free, it is enough as a struggling artist in this bolemic industry having to give my books away for free to gte some exposure - my hard fucking work and fucking creativity just whisked away because i, we, everyone has no fucking choice. But for you fuckers to come in as you do and profit so absurdly from my pshycological fucking hell, from my fucking demons that i live with every fucking day - take them. May they give to you what they took from me.

My letter to

The manner in which your business is run is unethical and i wish to have all of my titles removed from your website.

Your site forces users to pay a subscription to join and moreso, for vip status to access ePub and Mobi files of novels which are the fundamental platforms for ebook readers, capitolising on this fact, you are generating revenue directly from the transferring of epub and mobi files of titles mening you are profitiing from the titles as a t…

Coming Soon

The Anarchist (or how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)
A short story about idealism and its literal implications.
ePub, Mobi, Deluxe PDF, Paperback
In the works: - Happy People Live Here - The Time Traveler's Wife - Through the Multiverse, Round the Galaxy and Out the Other Side - Oh Culto!
Take Risk and Take Care, C.SeanMcGee

Shit in my head

Many a clear and unpicking thought running through my mind. I am finsihing a short story, a political satire called The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust). After this short piece, a final edit of Happy People Live Here and its inevitable release. Followed by another short story entitled:
The Time Traveler's Wife And followng my theme of space time continuuml, i will be co-writing a novel with my 4 year old daughter still yet untitled about an ass kicking princess, escaping her demons into multiple dimensions and universes, finding death & sorrow and her own escapism. Let us open then, our unfoldable minds. Take Risk and Take Care, C.SeanMcGee

The Anarchist (or about how all my things are covered in a fine red dust)

“It was the sheer number of people” said one of the students, Suha, a pretty girl with black, straw-like hair and a usually mousey type demeanor; a normally impish girl whose waspish voice might have, on any other day, gone unheard and unaffected, lost in the furious buzzing of maniacal ranting of youthful and bearded Gueverian men, and their demure yet callous and officious Beauvoirian compeers. THE ANARCHIST (or about how all my things are covered in a fine red dust)
₢2014 C.SeanMcGee
a short story about idealism and its literal implications