/lit/ - Literature

1) Eh tu brutus, on the concomitant realization that the anons of this website, iliterate as they are, seekers as they were, of the secrets of the word and the craft of writing, will be unable to create a legacy of their own in their passionate hobby.

2) For that reason, my treason, of my bison, I must, I must, I must and should, because I could, to try to generate these prosodies of rythm, because as a hythm. Towards the declaration of that nation of anglo muttification, I generate that creation that will destroy the world.

3) Literacy of, my dearest peach -in congruent exercises -of technique- that I read- of the peachestestestestest niggarly stoleinmancos those dancos. Upmost the most. Alliterations race final of creation. My pearest summonation.

4) Which clearly proves the fact, that I have been unable to generate a masterpiece yet. Of which I used to pretend there was a hardcore issue, which I see on my window far beyond my reach. A green tree, a dark bush, a blue sky, a red patch of sentences, without meaning.

5) That's why. I need to. Keep Trying. And Trying. Because I can't improve. Without an attempt to craft more styles. Because I need to master more styles. Why?. Not sure. But I enjoy doing this.

6) naisu, my dear pikachu, doki doki my kokoro. xD :3 I must, jejejeje, he must thought, that I didn't try my bestiest testiest. My darling. Because I tried so hard, my bestiest peachiest. :3

7) Because yeah nigga, I must nigga, like you know what I mean nigga, to try and try, and you know nigga, I must walk the talk, because I have to do some battle rthymes, so you can be fine, nigga. That's why I need to get gud, nigguh.

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I wondered what was the fuzz about hemingway, and I was curious to see why he was popular.
His style was simple and direct and to the point where I could enjoy it because it was like a flow of simplicity that appealed to my soul.
The average prose of the average person, free from rhetoric tricks or buffoon sophism.
I think I feel I may learn to enjoy it, after all, isn't he closer to being the poet of the average layman vernacular that all those old dead writers?