Post inspired by the many articles on writing these days in bed. Take it with due irony. Probably in the past I have written something, but who cares. So you will not remember any more, so read this and tell me in what and how many of you recognize these profiles paranoid.
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I'm the new Hemingway. Read and veneratemi.
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I'm the new Hemingway, but misunderstood. The world is shit, publishing is a shit, you are the shit!
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are sympathetic writer who everyone likes. If I do a compliment you fatemene two, so we're all happier.
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I am the writer and conceited snob. I read and write poems in Lapland, I have a television at home and I consider it my own shit books. But you speak well of me, eh?
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are always the tough loner who goes against the trend. I want to be hated and misunderstood. You make me happier if I say I am an asshole, so protect my character.
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'm Merdin opportunist. I speak good or bad about anything, provided there is personal gain. A publisher can go in five minutes from myth to excrement.
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are the intellectual order that does not move even when I pound their asses a mouflon. Aplomb is my middle name, but perhaps, in private, I'm a serial killer ...
goes without saying that I stand on the balls in all seven categories (if anything, I feel sympathy for the personality No. 7). Since there is a bit of me in all the examples cited, except No. 6, I'm on the balls alone.
Adelante, Pedro, juicio.
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