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[Anonymous No.3321531]

http://fmanuscripts.wordpress.com/2013/01/05/individualism/

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Once, an artist met another artist and they fell in love. An attraction that was strong but difficult to specify. But she was always falling in love. Little moments with different men changing her entire mind. Something profound from the mouth of man A; assertiveness from man B. Running erratically towards them. Truly on impulse. Solid decisions rendered distant within seconds. New priorities born at no fault of her own.

[Anonymous No.3321535]

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Eventually she left for a poet. And took with her the ex’s scrapbook. This act of plagiarism rendered him a businessman. That and all the other girls that dealt him blows in the past. It is only possible to truly learn through experience and his experiences had painted him a grim collage. That love games developed with age. Their rules multiplying and becoming more complex. Successful encounters with the opposite sex dwindling. Until you find yourself wandering a labyrinth drawn on by distant perfume. Left behind in the dust and footprints.

[Anonymous No.3321542]

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How alluring the idea of civilized relationship became. One that omitted passion in favour of security. A woman that existed for his return from work. To make sure everything was ready when he wanted it. Her love purchased with a monthly income. The bigger the income the better she was.

The artist found himself dreaming of an office at the top of a great building. Overlooking a city he controlled via economic strings. Tugging at them comfortably from his desk. Slowly amending policy until the world below him were forced to own the same dog by law. The labradoodle. The blandest dog of all. The pleasure of seeing his own face on his own money.

[Anonymous No.3321545]

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Through the media he implemented individualism on his citizens. Headlines dared them to do otherwise. The belief in one’s self and one’s self only. Cooperation exclusively through mutual gain. You pat my back I’ll pat yours. Frowning at acts of generosity in public. No longer giving up your seat for the elderly. Grandparents forgotten in degraded homes. Every stranger an uncertainty.

This was the fuel the economy needed. It drove the country into prosperity. Aggressive managerial strategies developed and accepted regularly. Big business swallowing small business in handfuls. Families filling abandoned infrastructure. More customers abusing employees. More women used as punching bags. More pets mistreated. More spiders crushed under newspapers.

[Anonymous No.3321547]

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People no longer touch one another. The important pavements are wide enough to allow this. Although sometimes partners are intimate for their first month or two. But lust wears off fast and love belongs on a dotted line. Eventually they turn to their appliances for release. Ignoring another’s bodies. Sexual organs applied to specialised parts. Openings sterilized after expressionless orgasms. And this has brought about the growth of the sex toy sector. Corporations at the forefront now the biggest lobbyists in the country. Amending policy with cold swipes of the arm. Their products displayed across television sets all day.

[Anonymous No.3321551]

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He knew his ex lovers were caught in his net. Sinking under debt and inflation. Cans of soup taking chunks from their finances. Every penny pursued down the street. Cancer ballooning everywhere. Sometimes he thought he could hear them gasping for breath from his 104th-story window. And if it was quiet enough he heard his mother too. On these days he’d lock his office door and listen excitedly.

[Anonymous No.3321559]

>>3321531

your sentences are almost all the exact same length and hardly differ in rhythm. there's good imagery in there, but you need to pay more attention to the way it all sounds.

[Anonymous No.3321626]

[Anonymous No.3321744]

Do you live in New Zealand or something?

[Anonymous No.3321843]

>>3321547
>People no longer touch each other

Dude, have you SEEN how much sex goes on?? Seriously, even ugly social retards get laid now. And take a look at any high school (though not Too closely) and you'll see it's basically a front for staggered orgies and heroic gangbangs to be arranged and organized. Fuck man, why wasn't high school like that when I was around?