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if you see me bleeding out with a vampire on top of me MIND YOUR BUSINESS!!!!! i’m exactly where i want to be

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This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.

e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.

I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.

This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.

And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.

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sorry but it's like so insane seeing white europeans being like omgggg the US is terrifying right now good luck with the fascism

it just drives me insane in a bad way. the casualness of it, like we're finally getting what we deserve, as if there are not millions of immigrants in this country that are already the first targets and probably will be the only targets in the next four years

at the end of the day white americans & europeans share a common love of seeing brown people die. you are not fucking special

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i love how everyone on this website is kind of pathetic it brings such a sense of understanding and community

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laughing at my friend and i saying we will rp a different ship and then just ending up doing our 45th gofushi au

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i was making food on my instant pot and i accidentally dropped the lid of the crushed tomatoes into my food and now i'm so anxious because UGH what if there was a contaminant on it and i eat it and die?

i know rationally the chances of that happening are incredibly small but whatever i love having ocd

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"you are annoying about x & y" okay. this is the being annoying website.

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i need to write more sukugo fic and all of my problems will be resolved. but only after i write the gofushi

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learning a lot about men on the dash today

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in order to survive work you must have a coworker that you can just say whatever to

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gojo backshots or something

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i rly want these barrel pants and chino shorts i tried on today grrr i almost want to go back for them. the gender euphoria was so real. but also i bought a bunch of clothes that i realistically can't even rly use until it's at last 60s in temperatures, so whether i get the pants sooner or later makes no difference

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i guess i should go for a quick run today

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WHAT DO I WRITE

THERES A BOTTOM SUKUNA WEEK ON TWITTER??!???!! AHHHHHHHHH

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THERES A BOTTOM SUKUNA WEEK ON TWITTER??!???!! AHHHHHHHHH

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i got these merino wool polo sweaters and i have never felt more megumi coded except unfortunately my credit card was my own and not my rich daddy's