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Today’s spoiled, phone-addicted generation wouldn’t last five minutes inside the Earth’s molten core

“has turned to clay” I know exactly what theyre referring to but there’s also something about the epic being written in clay. like. like. enkidu can only now be remembered. his story can only be preserved, in clay. there’s nothing left for him, except clay

constantly trying to see the inherent good in people is a humiliation ritual that i continue to willingly participate in

so embarrassing to like music. "yeah, these are all my favorite noises", "im gonna pay money to go to the room where they play this sound really loud", "im gonna 'buy' these noises so i can listen to them later". humiliating. literature isnt like this

worst part of being an adult is how often youre forced to nag. you Have to be annoying or youre never getting anything done. which is unfortunate considering how common it is to teach kids to never nag and be annoying ever

a professional i am paying money doesnt show up w zero communication and IM the one who has to feel guilty for having to call him and ask whats going on. because when i was a little kid i would get yelled at for nagging. joke world

you know when you're a kid and you're like "i hate broccoli!" and then you avoid that shit for 20 years until someone makes you try some exquisitely sautéed tenderstem and it's the best shit ever and you realise your parents just don't know how to cook broccoli? this is roughly how i feel about poetry

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WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.