/lit/ - Literature

>>10319083

lolrandum? what are you on about? I'd expect you to see past whatever filter you're putting up with that comment given the nature of your writing. or is your symbolism just the result of an unstructured mind connecting dots that pop up w-hilly n-hilly.

>With the ghostly light of lightning bugs and the near bloodlessness of thunder flies, here lies the entire storm crucified.

this is a nice line, but your writing isn't enjoyable. it's beautifully written, but it's disgusting. hoping this is the equivalent of a totem you hide away in a furniture-esque subconscious so that it bleeds into your every day. and at the same time. I hope it's not. This is far too esoteric. Come back to us my dear.

My dears,

While you frankly sit about and revel others revel over your sitting about, frankly. Without much discussion. Perhaps a pointed glance in the direction that they know vaguely they want nothing to do with. And so you develop your counter arguments. You react. Most of you at least. So how does it feel to be living in the shadow of a shadow. How does it feel to be the product of those who have risen above. They have created you. A army of little minions without the capacity to fight. Only the capacity to draw conclusions. Single shaded conclusions with a light hand. And those who have hated their light hand swing too far and come close to puncturing the tabula rasa.

So where are you? Do you wish to continue adding to your meticulous collections? Or might you want to put what you've learned into action. Not as a walking encyclopedia, but as a praying mantis who draws from his past victories. Because your exalted moments are victories. If you see them as anything more or anything less, you have lost.

Let the games begin.