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EXP: Experimental Home Publishing
“I/Tulpa: Pokémon Go, New York.” version 1.0
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law, or by that guy who is it taking it to his boss saying, I want to make this movie, that would be like totally okay, caveat YOU MENTION ME! For permission requests, email the publisher “Experimental Home Publishing.” (That is just the standard bold face lie that all writers and publisher must express in good faith to protect themselves from crazy people. (Yes there are crazy people in the world. I am not just the only one. Sometime we even get elected President, but by god, please pray there are some sane people sitting on the Button, because, OMG, the whole world can’t be insane at the same time.) Look, see the credit list at the end of this story; I care about origin points and contributors and everyone. Check it out. I want this to be shared, but I just want a little credit, a little, like, recognition in the end credits somewhere, a small blurb, even if it’s smudged, or smaller print, or even if it’s little mouth covered cough at the end of the speech when Morgan gets his next Oscar. I’m not too greedy.)
This is a work in progress. The events and characters are fiction, and any similarities between real people and places and events is simply circumstantial or the fault of the author. (OMG, we know that’s so not true. How old are you?! There is no way for you not to be in my head. Look at you! You’re marvelous. You’re fantastic. I love you. Even when I don’t love you and you’re not marvelously fantastic, you still worked yourself into my brain and so, give me a break. I so can’t wait till The Rodenberry Paradigm kicks in and we just share and build on each other’s greatness.) This book should be available for free at free-ebook.net, but can be attained by writing the author directly. The author is open to constructive criticism, so feel free to email him at
Thought I messed up didn’t you. Nope, just went to the next page. But I seriously could have so I am so not mad at you for thinking I did because I have and I will and, oh, the email:
solarcahriot@gmail,com
All other proposal, book signing, marriage offers, photos, or invitation to Tulpa mixers could be directed to 214-907-4070, with the understanding that phone calls rarely gets answered; some delays in responding to texts. Email is preferred. Please put ‘I/Tulpa: Pokémon Go NY” in the subject header of an email so I can better sort you out. A non-response likely means I failed to catch it. Restraining orders should be delivered in person, in accordance to the legal requirements of whatever state you find yourself in. I’m in Texas. I think you’re legally allowed to shoot me. I would prefer you didn’t. Thank you.
WARNING
Warning! No, really, WARning. Like, seriously, “Danger Will Robinson, the Major and your sister Judy might be doing something over the rise that you shouldn’t be privy to, and don’t ask cause I have been programed not to tell you, even though I do seem to be the primary parent in this relationship and I should have lot more leeway.” I’m obligated to say this. Just in case you don’t know me, haven’t read anything else I have written, aren’t more mature than I am (and I am like as immature as one can get, most the time,) but just in case you didn’t know this: Children do not come from storks. They don’t come from Pokémon. Not even Pokémon storks. There are some rumors that Pokémon come from children. There is no evidence that Storks are involved. So, there could be some explicit scenes related to S.E.X. That could be an acronym or a metaphor, or just spell it out. If you’re old enough to spell it out and push the button that says older than 18, even if you’re not older than 18, you’re probably okay, but if you’re like not 21 or older, physically, the law really doesn’t regulate or control for emotional and psychological age, thank god, cause I would have never been given a driver’s license, no one would ever be allowed to drink or procreate, and, the laws says you can’t read this. Why? Because if you grew up, something bad might happen to you. (Never mind, most people, a long time ago, grew up a lot earlier than we do today, and every last one of them openly laments that horrible state of the world for not being more like them… Yeah, wrap your head around that one, old timers!.. and, consequently, now a days, no one seems to be growing the fuck up. Weird, eh? People insist on prolonging childhood but then get mad when everyone wants to be Peter Pan. (How old are you?! Nope, really, your answer could determine whether you have legal rights to proceed further, as if I could stop you.)) This content herein is probably just a mild R-rating, nothing worse in here than what might be found in say the move ‘American Pie’ or ‘Dirty Grandpa.’ (Right, thank you Aubrey! Making old people feel young again, you go girl.) Not saying it’s American Pie kind of juvenile funny, but saying, if you know Manga and Anime, they get away with some seriously sexy stuff, that gets watered down a great deal before it gets to the US, which means, there are like whole countries of folks that could really give a Rattata’s ass if there is sex in something. There is sex here. Less violence, more sex. And when you consider a choice between violence or sex on TV, why wouldn’t we encourage more sex less violence? And, if we were going to police my brain, wouldn’t you rather I was thinking sexy thoughts over violent thoughts, or funny sexy thoughts, over funny violent thoughts? And even more seriously, if you know anything about Pokémon and you are familiar with Nurse Joy, I can’t be the only one with a jaw agape. Yes, seriously, she’s a cartoon, but that never stopped Jessica Rabbit from making some dreams come true. Just saying! So, consider this, if you have to go and ask your mom what something means, you should put this down, now. This is not for you. It’s probably not for me, either, but since it’s in my head until I get it out, well, it is what is. Good luck. And stop making people rant.