Tirade

This is not a place of safety and welcome reception anymore

Damn you Prose for losing your slim and athletic and very healthy aesthetic!

It's too idiotically stuffy now; too much damned stuff on it so that you don't feel attached to what you spit...

At least it's making me angry and forcing my words out again...

I wanted spill out my remorse for my dying uncle, but I feel transfixed and held hostage by this ridiculous new Prose that postures as a Suzy Homemaker I don't know what the fuck

with a sterile ugliness a mile long to keep the creative juices off the stage and out of the question...

Fuck you Prose and your gluttony for conformity.

Is that what happened here?...

A lack of commitment to patience and understanding for deeper words turned this place sour, and I'm going to have to retract and think again before I get on here for at least a little while.

I really don't what to say, but at least your stirring me inwardly if only with revulsion.