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Originally Posted by jwb (Post 2167667)

What does stonx bro mean?

Small time stock broker with an inflated sense of understanding in the market who is in reality a chud paying for Wolf of Wall Street's ludes.

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And what do you write? Got any samples you wanna share?

I guess it's philosophy? Also a lot of poetry and some more academic essays.

Spoiler for Sample: Chaos:

You tell yourself your whole life that there’s no meaning, that it’s all chaos, that all there is is movement, and you move on. Then when chaos comes, you realize that chaos is just a word. A myth you constructed to avoid confronting all that’s wrong with the world. Chaos became god. And when chaos occurs you’re stuck with the absolute incomprehensibility of it all. Your god is gone. What filled the void of chaos’s chasm, the four letters saving you from harm, was what chaos really was.

You tell yourself again that you understand chaos now. That you can’t understand chaos, but even this chaos uproots from us. The bounds of the human skull, universal speck of skull, the skull itself just flesh and bone, cannot contain what we can never know. You try anyway. You try to know everything. The tower you build higher and higher, using cornerstones of what your I tells you is reality, what you’ve been forced to experience, the small pleasures and wistful flitters, that definition you used to know the unknowable. Tonnes of knowledge, distortions, deduced lies, fact, steel, copper, tin, asbestos, plywood, electricity arcing and flashing lightning, unseen, balancing on four letters and paradigms that only you may or might see.

Scraping skies now but the tower needs fixing. Pulling apart the rotting floors, the young spores of deadly mold, the fresh scent that drew you in. The wind pierces the voids where the Thesian building was adapting, or rather: adapted—passively. The swarm shifts around the base of the building perimeter and by changing, you’re newly aware of chaos again, that cornerstone of myth swiftly crumbling.

Pisanically the tower confronts the direction of chaos’s leaving. Nonpisanically comes teetering. Debris tore canvas overhangs and bore caverns into surrounding architecture. Spelunking through floors and suites, terraforming the artifice. A return to beginnings. A return to eternity. A return to nothing.

Even when you understand chaos it sinks new teeth you didn’t know existed, because chaos lives in every speck of this environmental prison. It simmers and sits, waiting for you to forget that you’ll never understand it. That it is everything it isn’t and is the way it is in ways that thwart what you’ve envisioned. And you pick up the shambles and spit in its face, saying “**** the world, **** the wind, **** chaos, **** existence. Just let me live.”

And it does, lying in wait to strike again. Waiting to force you out of your calm. And that silence should leave you haunted. When the chaos isn’t yours, chaos you become.

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Originally Posted by jwb (Post 2167669)

bro literally blew like 50 dollars on scratch offs for the first time in my life lmao. I am not used to having extra money in the bank so I was like lemme just take a chance for once on a whim. I never gamble. Won $0. :o:

My juggalos friends from back in the day started buying scratchers and a couple of them won small amounts so I was like lemme try. Won a $1 and that ticket ended up getting destroyed in the rain.

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Originally Posted by Ol’ Qwerty Bastard (Post 2167670)

Well ****, best of luck dude. Sometimes I miss writing but I've always struggled with motivating myself.

:beer:

I saw recently that Douglas Adam's (author of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) hated writing, so even the best can struggle with it. It's rewarding but definitely a pain in the ass.

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Originally Posted by Frownland (Post 2167653)

Is this only about unfulfilled hopes and dreams?

Not at all. If your dreams came or are coming or are about to come true, fair play to you. Tell us about it.

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Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 2167656)

All I ever wanted is for someone on the internet to admit I won an argument. Maybe one day...

Some things were never meant to be.

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Originally Posted by jwb (Post 2167665)

I didn't have hopes and dreams as a kid in terms of career. That was part of the problem

I would like to be a writer but I don't really have the discipline. I don't think I could ever consistently put out content or even commit to writing a whole book. I write more sporadically whenever I get the urge.

But really I just wanna be rich/well off. I don't even need to be proper rich I'll settle for hood rich if I have to. Just wanna not be broke and not really have to worry about money.

It's going to sound like a cliche, but joining a writing forum really helps. Most of them have challenges, like you have to write a story in say 1000 or less words (some are as low as 100: they're hard!) and it really helps hone your skills, and because there's a time limit, makes you get up off your arse (or I guess, sit on your arse) and write. It's really helped me, to the point where I won two of the competitions, to my own very great surprise.

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Originally Posted by Frownland (Post 2167675)

:beer:

I saw recently that Douglas Adam's (author of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) hated writing, so even the best can struggle with it. It's rewarding but definitely a pain in the ass.

It's the hardest thing to do. You can sit there visualising all these great ideas, but getting it down on paper/screen is the hard bit. I've written an entire short story called "Heartless" in my head: now I just need to crack open my head (no volunteers, please! Stop pushing!) and get it actually written.

My dream is to be able to live completely by myself, and be able to afford all of my medical expenses. I don't see it happening anytime soon, me being a useless piece of **** baker (it pays ass).

Ermmmm...not sure I had any particular dreams when I was young, but I'll play along with recurring day dreams, the most common of which are being a movie director, or a writer. Neither of which I ever thought I come close enough to realizing since I have zero talent for anything.

Apart from that, my hopes and dreams were simple, being financially independent and finding a nice boyfriend, both of which came true. :)

Meh, it's not a problem but I would confine your hopes and dreams to things you believed you might be able to achieve, had an interest in or talent for. I would never, for instance, have dreamed I would be a professional footballer, a rally driver or a horse trainer, as I had no interest in or capacity for those things. I did enjoy reading and writing from an early age (about seven) so I think it was a legitimate, as in, potentially achievable* dream to have.

We all dreamed we would be astronauts or fire-fighters or the president or whatever, and marry the most beautiful girl/handsomest guy in the world, make our fortune and live in luxury. But that's not what I'd call an achievable dream for most of us. Yes, they're all dreams but I'm talking here more about "when I grow up I hope to be" rather than "wouldn't it be amazing if..."

* given the right self-discipline, sacrifice, and of course the inevitable and vital lucky break that turns an aspiring author into an earning, even best-selling one.

Have you ever thought about writing smut? Probably easier to break into.

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Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 2167744)

Have you ever thought about writing smut? Probably easier to break into.

I have and I am, and it's being received very well by the other pervs. :)
Oh, and I see what you did there. ;)