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no offense, Majestically Awkward Manatee

echo

January 16, 2019

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how can you say that echoes are less than voices when they are the ones who spread your message?
thought this when i saw the beginning of Majestically Awkward Manatee's piece, saying "be a voice, not an echo"

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6 Comments

  • Blotted Ink with a Broken Quill

    Contest winners for my short poem contest are out!


    11 months ago

  • rainandsonder

    I mean... wow. This is actually a really good point?
    Also, since you read Part One of My Mother's Smoke Shapes, I thought I'd let you know that Part Two is now up! Don't feel obligated to read it, though, really.


    11 months ago

  • acrosstheskysky

    oH! you have a good point


    11 months ago

  • paperbird

    r.j.elsewhere is right... this is startlingly truthful.


    11 months ago

  • pencils.and.paper.roses

    Whoa...


    11 months ago

  • R.j.Elsewhere

    This was so fucking deep and so truthful, it startles the soul.


    11 months ago