Inconsistencies in Writing English

Writing, the perfunctory gadget of any artist's ensemble can quite often grow stale without constant stimulation adhering to the muse of the heartbeat of,life, one becomes syndromic like a worm-infested heartbeat. Gruelingly sardonic are the words typed, elegantly placed in such a brandished state, they becoming meaningless, page-filling, all the time the sidling of the pen,mor the tapping of the fingers that press like venomous fangs leads to scapegoats for critics to crucify the victimized writer down the line. All because he could not live up to the expectations of the disdainful elite. Writing is itself a treacherous masochism. It demands the baring of one's soul, all in-return for falsified god heads to piss and shit all over months and months of Herculean labor. How rigid the words sound when forced like dry-heaved spittle on the muddied parchment. Nevertheless, a writer pressed forward, believing himself to be an artist on the run, an outcrying madman who suffers for his own arrogance on every anally-edited page, and still makes the infamous their/there/they're mistake that cries foul by all haters who judge lest they be judged for a common error. Yet, it seems easier to spell dromedary than cessation. Though, one can attest to the wretched sentence of: "which witch is which?" Justification for unloved writing is never enough to befuddle the stickler who cowers behind the Strunkian Bible, judging a style over one's own. I too am a Dagon of the Strunkian Religion, but like all good faiths, it is best to read more as a guideline, than rules used to behead the nonbelievers. However, style is indeterminate of the written English language, which follows a relatively different set of guidelines than the hyphenated mess we call the language today. YOLO vacay and other horrors like twerk have become synonymous with language norms. So to those unwashed masses, you unappealing figureheads of a loss time of diction dignity, those who we sadly call the future, know that proper indignation of one's soulful writing style is not made up of what you are taught, but what you are willing to learn. Be haphazard with your M.O., be forthcoming with your brutally sophomoric dialogue, and never forget that writing is an art of the mind, as well the bleeding heart. Try to remember that the point is to not be pointless, but precise, consistent, not lax, and dominant, not submissive....unless that's your thing, which leads us back to all writers, and their masochistic ways. Read broad, and remember to know the difference to study abroad, and study a broad. Thank you for reading the Malacast Editorial Twitter.com/mcasteditorisl