I wrote this text to a friend earlier.
"I just tried reseting my instagram algorithm and it is serving me straight garbage now, slop feed from the mouths of the masses, frothing foam of the ganges river and mangy cattle-people chewing cud in silent protest of any thought"
He replied:
"Are you getting into writing? It's genuinely like reading another language"
It can't be that flowery or bizarre, can it?
I just like to be super expressive in a metaphorical manner.
This goes for the writing of me and the other people who write the short spiels on this quiet forum: Whenever you see a fellow mainchanner waxing poetic, do you care?
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One must remember, I think, that poetry and prose are not quite to everybody’s liking, and there is certainly no shame in that. We are, after all, rather different creatures, each with our own little fancies, affections, and ways of finding pleasure in this curious world. What may stir one gentleman’s heart to the very depths might leave another quite unmoved, and neither need be thought the poorer for it. Some find a peculiar comfort in the gentle arrangement of words, whilst others prefer the simple pleasures of an afternoon stroll, a cheerful conversation, or the quiet company of their own thoughts. It would be a dreary old world indeed if we were all obliged to admire the very same things. Better, surely, to let each soul cherish what brings it happiness, and to regard the differing tastes of others with a kindly smile and a little understanding.
i'm too unculctured to appreciate most of it.
Me too and I feel bad