The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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Dark of the Present.

Hello! This is Dark of the near future (near past by the time you read this) and I want to give you a message. Your journal SUCKS. You have plummeted from the pinnacles you once danced among to now muck about in fallow fields of thought that will never bear you seed. Where's that fire, that passion for writing you once had? I thought you were going to be something. Did I miss a meeting?

Your journal nowadays is flat and unappealing. I'm not surprised your readership is dropping. And I'm not talking about how your posts have been fewer and shorter. We're talking quality and not quantity. But yes, the days where you would throw any old shit against the wall and call it spaghetti were better. Why? Because at least you were throwing out something. Now the wall is bare and you just sit there, idly playing with yourself like an imbecile child. Where have you gone? I miss you.

You stupid fuck. You stupid, childlike, unemotional, whiny, prating deviant sociopath. You used to spark people's minds, now you just output text blocks for rapid ignoring and non-consumption. Ugh, I mean, even that last sentence. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

You'll never be anything at this rate. Something has to happen to revitalize your writing. Maybe you need to go on a spiritual journey. Or maybe you just need to learn how to type again so you don't spend so my fucking time backspacing and instead spend it thinking.

We need sleep now.
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