I need actual testimonials!

[Suu]

Suu's unflinching examination of intercoastal homotextuality is wrought with the grit and insight of a true industry professional.

The scary thing is that there's going to be a whole section devoted to shit I text guys on the West Coast. 

[Placid Dingo]

スウの文芸のうつくしいさはむらかみの早いの本の同じである。
-Asahi Shimbun

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

Suu's unflinching examination of intercoastal homotextuality is wrought with the grit and insight of a true industry professional.

The scary thing is that there's going to be a whole section devoted to shit I text guys on the West Coast. 

[Don Coyote]

The words one could use to describe her writing have not yet been written. Fear not; she has them. If you can handle them.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

This writing has changed my life and how I perceive the English language. Every arrangement of letters sparkles with intensity, each one a diamond in a world filled with literature best used as a coal substitute.

[LMNO]

"From the moment quill touches parchment; fingers touch keyboard; or a shard of bone torn form her enemies and dipped in the blood of their children scrapes the remnants of a barricade, Suu's writing remains the focal point for a thousand soul's lamentations.  Ah! Such small gestures! Movements quick and shattered, like a bird, wing half-chewed by a ferret, chased by a starving homeless man with scabby eyes and a dead man's shoes.  These tiny twitches of sinew and muscle tear the sky with the immensity of the everlasting purity of vision produced, and syntax created.  Tremble at the pages of Suu, for she treads the inky pastures of literate wastelands as though she were hunting the warlord who had slain her family, all those years ago while she crouched in the limbs of a nearby oak, tears of fury leaking from the corner of her burning eyes, swearing that yes, one day, she would have her merciless revenge upon the world of letters and punctuation.  And here, contained within, is such vengance that no mortal can withstand."

[Suu]

Suu's unflinching examination of intercoastal homotextuality is wrought with the grit and insight of a true industry professional.

The scary thing is that there's going to be a whole section devoted to shit I text guys on the West Coast. 

Trust me. I'm a professional.

[Suu]

"From the moment quill touches parchment; fingers touch keyboard; or a shard of bone torn form her enemies and dipped in the blood of their children scrapes the remnants of a barricade, Suu's writing remains the focal point for a thousand soul's lamentations.  Ah! Such small gestures! Movements quick and shattered, like a bird, wing half-chewed by a ferret, chased by a starving homeless man with scabby eyes and a dead man's shoes.  These tiny twitches of sinew and muscle tear the sky with the immensity of the everlasting purity of vision produced, and syntax created.  Tremble at the pages of Suu, for she treads the inky pastures of literate wastelands as though she were hunting the warlord who had slain her family, all those years ago while she crouched in the limbs of a nearby oak, tears of fury leaking from the corner of her burning eyes, swearing that yes, one day, she would have her merciless revenge upon the world of letters and punctuation.  And here, contained within, is such vengance that no mortal can withstand."

That's it. Thread over.

[LMNO]