Having grown up in the internet age, my cynicism immediately kicked in and set off a warning alarm in my head. I would post the email, but you can get the gist of what it said pretty easy. Why, you say I'm accepted into your semi-finalist round?! Why, I can get published in the book for a modest fee of 50 dollars?! Would I like to buy this wonderful book full of my poetry!? Of course!
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Yeah. Like every damn thing nowadays, it's a fucking scam. It's a hell of a world we live in where somebody hands you a dollar and you ask yourself "What's he after? What's wrong with it?"
It's a horrible life for an optimist. You put faith in the good and get a your wallet cleared out in return. To be honest, if those publishers clearinghouse people came to my door one morning with a big check for whatever ridiculous sum of money, I'd be hesitant to accept it.
There's no such thing as good luck anymore, just a scam waiting for somebody to bite.
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Still plenty of bad luck to go around, though.





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"Angels banished from the heavens are forced to become devils" (Vicious)
Thanks for the watch, and if you ever need some help or critique or anything just let me know.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
- Edgar Allan Poe
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"Angels banished from the heavens are forced to become devils" (Vicious)
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
- Edgar Allan Poe
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