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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Berserk Machine is a textual culmination of abandonment, wrong upbringings with a hint of cheekiness. Written during a complete manic high, J. Martinez unleashes his war mongrels onto virgin eyes that have yet to lend him a hand or an ear since his arrival. "These words, this novel, my writings as a hole are not therapeutic, they more like animalistic jottings of being left out from the pack, deserted and tried to find my way back since day one of my desertion." "Enjoy this gem of interpretation; I sure took the pleasure in living through it." Jason Martinez
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Berserk Machine is a textual culmination of abandonment, wrong upbringings with a hint of cheekiness. Written during a complete manic high, J. Martinez unleashes his war mongrels onto virgin eyes that have yet to lend him a hand or an ear since his arrival. "These words, this novel, my writings as a hole are not therapeutic, they more like animalistic jottings of being left out from the pack, deserted and tried to find my way back since day one of my desertion." "Enjoy this gem of interpretation; I sure took the pleasure in living through it." Jason Martinez