or just 500 people but they’re all wb yeats

and their all simultaneously writing me 500 poems about how u should stop giving a fuck about wb yeats because it’s fucking 2021 you fucking charlatan ass clown promethean grimacing half eaten love poem big mac dentist fucking old ass boomer ass fucking come on wb yeats would be fucking older than alberto giacometti i mean why the fuck do u thing fucking good writing is fucking archaic mythological fetishism about getting fucked by a swan in a goddamn cy twombly or fucking gilbert thomas painting you fucking child derivative modernist piece of shit the precipice of writing was not a fucking century ago you fuck

19 July 2025