/lit/ - Literature

>>7326177
'I'm a forty year old man at heart' ← I've heard this more than once & it's the mark of a boring men who reach out to the world thru brightly colored sox—I'm w/yr lovely lady, she's never a pure Anglo, and we're sneaking into buildings, bypassing alarms, I'm showing her the view from this rooftop, electric pinholes turning across the sky, I'm showing her the molding & architecture of the skyline & she's not even aware of yr swarm of texts—40 year old man? What is that? Why would you say that? Where is the spectroscopic demon dance of Man's Heart? What is this impotence you claim?

>>7200071
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>>7200076
Well ye brought us to the shores of yr life, a whiny coastline, perhaps, some would say, but the overall structure is the spice of life, yowza, as they say—my not giving a shit reversed itself and grew like a slime mold (shit's dangerous) at 2/4. I can sense a cultivation having sprung this, something rare on /lit/, perhaps an ideology of quality! A loud innocence, sure, but who cares, it works.

Words ran close, dialogue ran a tad too close (w/e the fuck THAT means, right? like wtf??) Nice long word fingers, nothing too crazy or awkward, but your self-insert spectre creeps along, playing peek-a-boo in an unfunny/unironic way, like, come on, bright eyes, farts are a treacherous ladder of waste if ye ask'd me.

Over all, ye kept it real, no big words, get rid of 'pendulum' you fucking idiot tbh fam smdh ftw lmao!