💀💀💀“Really Real fiction”💀💀💀 👁👁👁BY Felonious Academic👁👁👁

💀💀💀“Really Real fiction”💀💀💀

👁👁👁BY Felonious Academic👁👁👁

💥I’ve begun to start feeling that readers have now begun to associate my work with fiction, a whee bit further from my intention. Every metaphor, every provocation, every rhythm forged is being misread as creative storytelling, as clever fuckin imagination, as harmless entertainment to amuse yourself to death to. It is not. It is life bleeding into language, and you are standing too close to the television.

💥So heres Too true to be fiction fun facts about Felonious, my front tooth whistles because it was chipped by a cold steal shotgun barrel during a robbery. I survived but that left its fuckin forever echo in my jaw til this day. Too true to be fiction, my ear was torn from my head by my Great Dane when he found me OD’ing in the bathroom, the walls still slick with my own failure. He saved my pathetic life at the time. These aren’t anecdotes to sympathize myself into virality. They are punctuation. They are proof of the return of the literary outlaw.

💥They do not hear me clearly. They do not hear the fire in my cipher. They do not hear the violence embedded in every line i hit. Misreading my work as fiction is the first casualty of your comfort.

💥I provoke not for applause. I provoke not for likes. I provoke to awaken, to break the spine of complacency, to remind the whole motherfuckin world that language is alive, and ideas are contagious, and the moment you normalize discomfort, you normalize the brain cage.

💥You think you can fuckin skim it. You think you can nod politely and file this under “literature.” You are wrong. Every line is a cutting blade. Every sentence a spark. If it unsettles you, excellent, that means it sliced your gut. If it makes you flinch, perfect, that means it resonated. If it terrifies you, congratulations, that means it is too true for YOUR reality.

💥This is the residue of fire. The trace of survival. The pulse of thought that refuses to be tamed. What you hold on your screen, is not fiction. It is a warning. It is a wound begging for medical assistance.

💥And if you dare to scroll past, know this, the story will follow your bitch ass. It will whistle in your teeth as mine squeals. It will bite at your ear. It will wait for the moment you stop paying attention to your typical rotting stream and then it will remind you that you’ve been awake all along, whether you knew it or not.

👁👁👁FELONIOUS ACADEMIC👁👁👁