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i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

every-time i rewatch the hannibal pilot im reminded of how much of an asshole will graham is and how it’s so funny that hannibal eat-the-rude lector did not immediately soufflé his ass. instead he developed a crush and had no choice but to wage psychological warfare on him.

something you learn fast and necessarily when you get into the habit of writing is that you are riddled with blind assumptions, prejudices, unpractised rhetoric and all kinds of unchallenged cicada shell thoughts that were left stuck to your mode of being when bad ideas fled you. most people get to move through the world behind a kind of modesty veil that divides their internal thoughts from their external observations, but you have to take that off when you write. you have to suddenly present the whole world to itself nakedly, without the kindness of someone who can stop you mid-sentence and say "hold on, I know you, you can't possibly mean that". people are often scared to show their work to an editor in case the editor points out what they look like without their modesty veil, but god, christ, hell and heaven, you have to be more afraid of what the whole world of strangers will see if you don't let someone pick the cicada shells off you first.

daughter (non-practicing)

sister (deadbeat)

i must say that i do really like it when reddit users look through other redditors' post history so they can do violence to them

reading a good interesting book after a horrible reading slump and suddenly you can feel the sun shining again and the sky is more beautiful than ever and birds are all singing songs to you

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before