I had found an email address on a page that supposedly belonged to the now infamous god of the universe and sent a quick email – would you like to talk? I got this reply back today:
from: Slayer of White People
to: Darleene Powells
re: Would you like to talk?
Why, so you can make childish jokes about me on your sh*tty website that only you and your groupie friends visit? You think I haven’t dealt with you c*cksucking white girls before?
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re saying to yourself — “Ha, ha, he’s so weird. He’s not like us.” But that’s why I’m successful. I am unique, which is why I am a published author and you and your conformist friends have nothing but each other.
Go charge someone for sex like you white girls are good for.
Kenneth Eng, novelist
Heheh. He thinks I’m a white girl. He also thinks he’s successful. Heheh. I wrote back:
“No” would have been fine. However, I do get the picture. take care and God bless!