Perplexed Gestational Saturation
What is, too much content?
What is, too many words?
What do we hope to gain from anything?
What are we after?
When we lose sight of what it is we’re doing,
we surrender ourselves to something more than what we are,
something of demeaning value,
where a like,
a comment,
rule all,
when all we want to do is create,
not for you,
or you,
or even you,
but for ourselves,
and when we find that place,
where we see the writing,
the words,
comes understanding,
and we say them aloud,
YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!
I deny you your judgment.
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Slash and burn, slash and burn 🙂
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Sounds like my last submission letter.
Kafka once said, “Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
That’s what I always see here.
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Haha, words to live by! Don’t bend to those who care little for the real you!
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Contrition is a dastardly uncomfortable landscape to negotiate.
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