Maybe you are being rejected because you simply are just not that good. Some accountability would be nice.
All of the people around Colby just breathed a sigh of relief. Did the machine become self aware? Colby,
dumb
fuck robot brain. Pick up on any social cues. Everyone left thinking he is mentally ill because they
never spotted someone so
handsome in the wild on the spectrum.
I am shouting into a sound barrier drunk beside the 401 or what is colloquially known as the Macdonald-Cartier Freeway by autists and graduates of Ottawa U’s History Bachelor degree program. Why do immigrants know more about Canadian history than the white kids that grew up here? Didn’t any one read Pierre Berton? Did you even submit any of your writing?
I was born and raised in Canada and am walking beside the Macdonald-Cartier Freeway. I cannot tell if my work is
supposed to be taken as literal or if it is meant to be read at all.
I think it is easier if we just do not read what he is writing and wait for him to share pictures of him and his
girlfriend instead.
I cannot help I have what some people unfortunately refer colloquially to as retardation. Now I am in trouble
because I said some retarded shit again.
Who do you think of when you read that word? I think of myself. Oh no, there he goes using words in the
Oxford tradition again. Why are you the way that you are?
The writing was not even that good. Everyone is a critic, but none worse than myself at all. This
is the final act for you. Check out my Patreon below. A child of the internet age? Is that all this is? An
act to extort money from you? If the writing is not good then none best more clever than the ruse say I.
I do not know how else to explain this to you. I am throwing a temper tantrum written in html. I asked my friend to help me with the source code for this website. Web design is tremendously expensive. I think my father was ahead of his time as they say, but you can find those archives written in internet time and judge those things for yourself. You get nothing for being first in a race to the bottom. That summer they moved Black and Decker to Mexico ending 1998 for us, damning my family to hell. I am riding the rails listening to Doom while playing Quake. I am the only good years you have left. Keep not working at it.
I never want to be associated to my home town. But forever in my memories at the bars is my time spent. Funny how your memories draw you back to places like that. When I am standing drunk on King St. surrounded by my friends it is always my favourite part of this tragedy. I am drunk outside of a local dive bar showing off literary editors who liked one of my tweets during Pitmad. I am doing that in lieu of working on the new novel instead.
I believe most, if not almost everyone deserves their flowers in life. They just don’t always live to see them in the end. I want them now. I want to see them seething from the soil as I am buried beneath it. Some little girl can cut them and hand them to a crush on a Valentine. Please my God, someone use this earth to do anything useful.
Pushed with my back against the wall. How did you expect me to stand here looking in if I should never respond at all? If fiction is not interesting it is not brave and if it is not brave it is better to never exist at all. Aspiring writers: delete most if not all of everything you have. Head to the library instead. If you never stop reading books meant for thirteen year old girls then how are we to have a discussion about anything that I want to talk about? I have trouble expressing myself, I did not mean it like that. I do think the writing is terrible and I think you should challenge yourself more in your reading but I did not mean it like that. I am not trying to put you down I just really care about books. Not like I do I guess if this discussion has collapsed in the manner which it has. You would not like my writing I promise you.
If I was worried about offending you then I would not be writing at all. Someone needs to be volunteered to be burned at the stake. I have never been anything more than garbage. Put your cigarette out on my arm. I will do it myself. Trash, trash, trash. I could convince anyone of anything. Stupendously ostentatious writing that is lurid and in poor taste. Superciliousness beyond measure. If any of this shit actually makes it to an editor they will think you are mental.
God is truly testing me. No one ever let me use a hammer and now I need to build what?
Is it not so funny how far I fell between the cracks? They are systematically gutting our education system. Who else will it happen to again? Let’s put all of the special needs children into the general population so that they can beat our female teachers to death. The only thing lower than a white man is a white teacher, so I heard. Everyone in Ontario already knows the two tier education system was always french immersion, now it is just simply French schooling. This is Quebec’s greatest victory on the Americas. Do not quote me. I took social studies in French and did not understand any of it.
There is great reason to argue for aestheticism. The university campus has become a deplorable place. Should you not believe in the current landscape of ideology, or should you wish to challenge it you are interrupted by the daft and irrational. I feel even more stupid than I did the day before, each and every day. I wonder what season of irony Harold Bloom would place the fact that it was never the anxiety of influence that prohibited me from writing rather than purported critical review. Then I realized I was drop in an infinite ocean and no one was watching me. I could die a thousand times more than Melville and never be proven wrong in my absurdity. I am playing a game that I will never learn all of the rules to and I am worse for it.
You only bought an English degree, I saw what you read and I will raise you: If this garbage was trash more people would be sharing it.
I am not Ahab. The sun has what it deserves coming to it. The leviathan has been long tormented and is no longer palpable for human consumption. No, Herman. It is not a strange phenomena. These bones are sinking to the greatest depths. And you know why. Meteors fell from the sky as the gates of Hell rose from the seas amongst all of that torment. I did not walk away with nothing. I am a whiner, a miscreant, a poet, and a failure. Oil spills from my eyes as you move me forward in anticipation of slitting my throat in pursuit of ambergris. My skin slips from my frame while you run the blade smooth. Is this all it was? Perfume? What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? I am told that computers can now write books so who cares what Ahab thought at work. The markets of Nantucket await. Imagine being so naive to think you could program so much dysfunction into application. The engineers already figured it out but no one is brave enough to talk to management. How do you know someone is an engineer? Do not worry. They will tell you. What a gong show.
I may do whatever the fuck I want. And I suppose if you have been listening, so can you. It is human nature to heed the warning and then forget about it. Oops. Back to work I guess.
Everyone wonders what is wrong with me and I am left wondering the same about them.◆