“Some poets are lucky,” he said. “And
others simply aren’t.
Remember, as long as we talk
about the publishing
it’s all about luck.
Like, yeah, go ahead and name
one, just one industry
that is more subjective, or just
as subjective as
the publishing industry. I bet
“Um, fashion industry?” I said
“Fashion bullshit,” he said.
“You’re not even close. Had you any
knowledge you’d know
the fashion industry is actually
not subjective at all. You just
gotta look skinny as a patient
who went through their
36th appointment for chemotherapy and
you’re good. You’ve made it
in the industry. Beauty is not
even a requirement. You just gotta be
skinny as fuck
and with plain features. Kinda like a
hanger that people
hang clothes on. Nothing more.
A well dressed scarecrow
can make it in the fashion industry.”
He turned to the side
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