Senna Jawa
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I played a game in a Texan chess club once, at the beginning of which my opponent, much lower rated than me, had farted. I was afraid to breathe and I lost that game.
On such occasions, when someone farts, cultural people pretend that nothing has happened, or otherwise they make crude jokes. Not so Literoticians. They say immediately--there must be a poem in it. Poem anybody? And a bunch of shitty poems follow.
That's how brain gets damaged. Brain, like muscles, learns from practice. You practise shitty poems and that's what you write, nothing else, even if you think that you can do both, that you can still write something profound--you can't, you're doomed (you duped yourself).
On such occasions, when someone farts, cultural people pretend that nothing has happened, or otherwise they make crude jokes. Not so Literoticians. They say immediately--there must be a poem in it. Poem anybody? And a bunch of shitty poems follow.
That's how brain gets damaged. Brain, like muscles, learns from practice. You practise shitty poems and that's what you write, nothing else, even if you think that you can do both, that you can still write something profound--you can't, you're doomed (you duped yourself).
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