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"Hold on to your old writing. Don't destroy it, don't throw it away. Keep it"
Yeah, no. This shit needs to die in the purifying flames of holy hell fire (say that five times fast).
I mean holy shit. It's bad enough that I was kind of an angsty douchebag back then. But I was also a chauvanistic, faux-intellectual, god complexified, pussy withdrawl afflicted little shit that thought he was so goddamn clever and witty and oh god it's coming back why
It is settled death by kerosene hell
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*sentimental douche* ;>
If I want to make it a thematically mature work, a lot of liberty needs to be taken with a lot of conventions of that genre XD
On a purely practical level, it's amazing how much stuff you thought was of sentimental value turns out not to be so when you're moving and you have to have a clear out.
I've thrown out a lot of what I've written and I don't think anything of value was lost.
Old emo poetry, why I can't I even laugh at you for schadenfreude?
Yes, but even without the egomania, this is too painful to even be funny:
http://www.forever-eternity0.deviantart.com/
Over 200. ;_;
I always keep my old shit for sentimental value
That fanfic I wrote in the 7th grade may have terrible characters, awful plot, massive amounts of plot holes, and other shit, but dammit I can't help but love-hate it anyway
Beats me, what is the context? Though since it's fueled by teenage hormones, I suppose a Freudian reading would be the best guess.
Meh, I sorta believe I learned from my mistakes. Last year I cranked out 26 Spenserian stanzas out overnight for a uni class and got a 10-(we were allowed to get creative, I decided to do an analysis of the poem in the meter of said poem). It's one of the reasons I switched masters to something more substantial, but that's another story.
Bachelor was English, which I finsihed in Ireland, then did half a year of English Literature(which was the suck compared to the level it was in Ireland), then switch to Research of Art and Literature, which is more focused on critical theory.
I never get rid of shit
I should migrate to Icalasari