Velassaru heron | ©Mats Carduner (Maldives)
Dystopian novels: only the strong survive.
Me reading dystopian fiction growing up and internalizing the message in the narrative: there’s no place for me in this world, I’d be dead the moment the regime took hold. I’m not strong enough. I couldn’t stand the suffering. Maybe the narrative is right. Maybe only the strong survive.
Me now as an adult getting ready to rip the pin from the grenade with my teeth and brandishing a molotov cocktail in the other hand: IF I GO DOWN I’M TAKING YOU MOTHER FUCKERS WITH ME, BRING IT ON IF YOU THINK YOUR HARD ENOUGH. YOU THINK YOU’RE SCARY? MY IMMUNE SYSTEM IS EATING ITSELF AND I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE. COME GET SOME
I 100% implore you to give me all the criticisms you come up with for my novels when you get them
my one requirement is you phrase them exactly like this every time :PYou got yourself a deal.
My nam is catte
And wen the daye
Is growinge olde
I stille muste playeAnd yette my frends
Juste wante to hugge
And so I go
And eate the bugge
he happy to see you
if this about trim the claws then NO
im consulte with my lawyer and following his advice im have no comment on this matter. thank
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