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Beside "exudate" (which felt wrong even when I wrote it) I didn't find anything in there particularly archaic. Problem is, being an ESL (ETL, actually) and having learned English mainly via books, my perception of the language is probably quite skewed as a lot of it was indeed learned via stuff written by people before 1950.

If you mean prose, I'm gonna slim it down some.
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>>16645942
>What senses? Taste and touch too?
>How can moonlight be waxing and waning at the same time?
Point taken, it is supposed to be a dream but I guess it just comes off as confusing and contradictory, especially since you don't know it is until the start of the next paragraph.
>"Crude mimicry", "eerie imitation", it's just saying the same thing in different words.
In my mind that was to reinforce the point, but I'll probably slim it down.
>cold
Yeah no idea why I didn't catch that.
>>16646101
>You should read that essay from Orwell that an anon posted in the last thread
Missed that, will do.

In short I guess I'll slim down the prose, fix the imagery, and be a bit more stingy with archaic words.

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Books for this feel?

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I am fascinated with suicide notes.
Here's Mayhem's former vocalist's suicide note. He was 22 at the time. It's one of my favorites:

>Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was the intention that I would die in the woods so that it would take a few days before I was possibly found. I belong in the woods and have always done so. No one will understand the reason for this anyway. To give some semblance of an explanation I'm not a human, this is just a dream and soon I will awake. It was too cold and the blood kept clotting, plus my new knife is too dull. If I don't succeed dying to the knife I will blow all the shit out of my skull. Yet I do not know. I left all my lyrics by "Let the good times roll"—plus the rest of the money. Whoever finds it gets the fucking thing. As a last salutation may I present "Life Eternal". Do whatever you want with the fucking thing. / Pelle. I didn't come up with this now, but seventeen years ago.

Post your own/fictional suicide notes. I'd love to read what you have.

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