/lit/ - Literature

What is it with /lit/ and this guy? Why do I always see him on here? What are his books like?

>From the distance I could see, how my fellow and now apprentice writer Timur was being closely followed by a bulky but attractive stranger.
>The coolness of his eyes... The coldness of a killer... or worse... Of one that has tasted the Asiatic extasis of...
>I snapped back to reality, I stopped reminiscing about my younger days... When I was but a mere plaything for strong and muscular stallions of every race that compose mankind... and even when of a literal stalling... Just thinking... about his equine pillar entering my soft and pink insides...
>that just made my duodenum shudder with anticipation... appreciated and loved my young Timur...
>but my arse.. my arse ached for a big meat rod that Timur with his Indian ascendency and small penile length would not be able to provide...
>I would take the streets at night... The legend of the devourer of phalluses would rise again!
>I would take that nom de guerre again... Waldun. W.C Waldun until I become satisfied with the seed of hundred, no thousand of men...

Would you read his upcoming novel?

ITT: Modern day polymaths

>From the distance I could see, how my fellow and now apprentice writer Timur was being closely followed by a bulky but attractive stranger.
>The coolness of his eyes... The coldness of a killer... or worse... Of one that has tasted the Asiatic extasis of...
>I snapped back to reality, I stopped reminiscing about my younger days... When I was but a mere plaything for strong and muscular stallions of every race that compose mankind... and even when of a literal stalling... Just thinking... about his equine pillar entering my soft and pink insides...
>that just made my duodenum shudder with anticipation... appreciated and loved my young Timur...
>but my arse.. my arse ached for a big meat rod that Timur with his Indian ascendency and small penile length would not be able to provide...
>I would take the streets at night... The legend of the devourer of phalluses would rise again!
>I would take that nom de guerre again... Waldun. W.C Waldun until I become satisfied with the seed of hundred, no thousand of men...