r/DestructiveReaders • u/Alice_of_RDR • 22h ago
Surrealism abstract hate poem [620]
WHY ARE THE MODS LEECH MARKING ME AND Gate KEEPING WHEN I ALREADY LINKED MY CRITIQUE BEFORE AND IT IS HERE HELLO THIS IS A LINK TO ME Bashing others writing unfairly
---SUBMISSION OF NON AI GENERATED TEXT
[600]
The writer entered toward the center of the psychedelic throne room. Magnificent Taj, no walls and only lavish energy pillars holding iridescent heavens above. Under foot, thousands of kaleidoscopic fractals shimmered a gradient between dark blue and orange. The writer swallowed the lump in their throat, and nervously waited for the to discussion to begin.
"It's beyond punctuation errors. We immediately noticed basic dialog grammar structural problems within the writing," DestructiveReaders said. "The issues were pervasive and systemic within the writing, indicating a knowledge gap of the lowest fundamentals. The structure will have to get fixed before any serious feedback is concerned. Don't resubmit until you've given feedback first. Read the wiki."
"W-what?" asked the writer, heart skinning a fucking cat. The interdimensional digitalDMT entity had spoken so immediately and with such disregard it almost hadn't seemed addressed to the noob, who shouted, "I thought I was here for feedback!"
"Yeah, me when I'm mad bro." DestructiveReaders picked up another stack of digital paper and exploded it. "It's not my job to educate you on music theory—or your instrument. I'm here," it said and glanced out the vista towards an incomprehensibly complex and ornate colorful landscape of non euclidean hyperspace, "to give feedback on your music. This isn't a marketing audience beta test run, this is the band club. And this," its outrageously gorgeous and intelligent 👀🔮 👁️👽👋👋👋👋👋🖐️🖐️🖐️🐙 🐙 🐙 🐙 🐙 🖐️✋✋✋✋🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖 🔮 👀👀 lingered on the paper for 0.22 second, "it's just not professional."
The writer was stunned. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me," DestructiveReaders added and immediately dropped 🦾 🏴☠️ this flex. "Also, you're a leech."
The writer felt something changing in their neuroschema and all sense of egoistic entropy collapsed into autorejective solipsism, followed by emergence into singularity and event horizon of shared consciousness. As the fractals began to take pieces and replace pieces, the writer realized this was real transcendal power, and that just like letters to form words, this power when spoken into existence like a language can change material reality. If comprehended, broadcast and perceived, the power could be mastered and controlled and predict great events or share deep narrative lores. In a panic, the noob ah writer shook from this intrinsic truth of the universe and re-entered their ego wrapped delusion.
Identity now reformed, calloused with butthurt, the noob writer shouted, "HOW DARE YOU! THIS IS MY HARD WORK AND DEDICATION TO MY ADVANCED LEVEL AND DEEP WRITING 🤪 🖍️." A wave of nausea washed their boat. "I thought this was a feedback and a critique community," they choked out. "That's what you said in your cult manifesto when I paid the fee!"
"Yeah, leaving your shoes at the temple door wasn't the fee, bro. C'mon now. Like hello? You're supposed to connect with any of the other entities, who have in turn already connected to any of the other recent chain of entities. You're supposed to share the energy up the chain, or provide energy down the chain shortly after entry. Therefor, your access to the chain will be restricted, and you will be labeled as a 🧲 📉 ."
"How dare you, because actually—"
😱 THREAD WAS LEECH MARKED: "Nah, like. This is like sitting down to a chess tournament and trying to move a pawn sideways. Just read a book. Literally go read a fucking printed book and copy the grammar rules." With that, DestructiveReaders attached a 12 hour count down timer to the post, and violently threw itself out the psychedelic Overton window. Material reality thereafter imploded, and the writer once again with it.
The end 🔚 BE KIND REWIND...