Wanky prose
Lol, tidying up my old files. This is the kind of prose I used to write when I was younger:
“Like a child’s exercise book at the beginning of a new year, this crisp white page melts into a texty slush. The stubborn winter chill of my abstention finally yields, and I peer blinkingly out of my burrow into a brave new world. Flowers bloom around me as my own is plucked; I drift uprooted amidst a heady buzz of swarming impressions, each eagerly vying to pollenate my consciousness. And as this viscous haze trickles into focus you, dear reader, are invited to savour the nectar.”
