#1
This is a stream of consciousness I wrote in a boredom-induced stupor. Crit 4 crit, pretentious as mine is...

And I
will be addicted
like the rest

And I
am nothing special
nothing new
Nothing more
than a few lost thoughts
on a scale homeopathic?

NO.
I AM THE ****ING CHOSEN ONE.
I AM MOSES, GUEVARA, JESUS
POET AND PROPHET AND PLACEBO.
I AM NOW YOUR ****ING LORD.

If I did not exist
I would find it necessary
to invent me.

You are CHARLATANS.
MOUNTEBANKS.
FALSE PROPHETS.
And MY EQUALS.
Tonight we dine on them.
The ones hanging on your every word.
The proles! The Epsilons!
The fodder...
How I hope to god I'm not one of them.

I am Plath's voiceless snow.

It's all better now.
#2
hello there . My name is Andy (Couldn't resist it ")

Well i liked it . It reflected that you are pretentious. I liked the tone in which it was writtern but it was really misiing some brutal words (for me).

Overall Nice.
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