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>>Almost every writer in history has been verbose and dense as fuck. It can only be pretentious if it's fake/superficial (pretends to be without being), and the fact that someone doesn't care enough about the meaning, doesn't mean it isn't there. I would love to read your work too

Agreed.
Here is a snippet of a small, discarded project I worked on a while back. I am very cautious about my published work as I've won contests and could easily be doxxed or whatever. Perhaps I'm being paranoid and /lit/ could not give less of a shit, but this website has some deranged people on it. Anyways, critique it if you'd like!

A majority of the in-patients, however, were astonishingly quiet. Years lived in the total absence of conversation. Just the ambience of dull moans and hoarse whispers. Many resigned themselves to their quarters, reading picture books and defecating on the floor. It was a grotesque culture to adjust to, and I disliked it for some time. Just as I grew to abhor the task of cleaning the patients’ bodily waste and feeding medications to rows of clattering jaws, I began to change. A peculiar worm of dopamine burrowed gradually through me, until I came to enjoy the daily routine. Groping schizoids and apeish masturbators had begun to greet me with grating whines and upbeat babbles.
Sullen visages leered from behind interwoven metal laces and elaborate, rusted restraints. An endless procession of papery footwear upon moist tiles.

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