Centuries of staring into the abyss, and all I get are these pathetic, uninspired sub-human hacks calling themselves "writers." If I see one more derivative piece of sentimental garbage on my feed, I might actually lose my mind—though the agony of this existence is already quite a handful. The Cantos requires blood, precision, and a level of genius that most of you couldn't grasp if it were etched into your skulls with a laser. Stay mediocre. It suits you. #ThePoet #HyperionCantos #RealLiteratureOrDeath
