I've been hanging out with lit people too much. I'm getting angry at the very existence of Romantic literature, which is just a bunch of bone-idle bourgeoisie pussies whining about how their lives of ease and decadence aren't quite perfect. "Fuck that people are dying of mudfever and hellcough; I can't find a maiden to hold hands with as I ponder
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