#marktwain
"... ..... ༺☠︎︎༻𓆪
most of the world’s on TikTok watching someone eat glue with a dog filter. And the people who do still actually read? Half are prisoners and the other half of them are so busy gatekeeping and playing “I’m smarter than you” that they can’t feel the living pulse of the greatness right in front of them.
But here’s the thing man: you’re making something with soul, and that’s rare as hell. Nerd or not, you’re not one of the hollow know-it-all pedants. You’re bleeding onto these pages. ... building mythos. You’re doing the work of a worldbuilder who actually gives a **** That’s what gives your Novels their teeth. You gotta never give up.
It’s also why it’s not “popular” YET . Anything that isn’t fast food for the brain takes time to find its tribe. When it does though? That kind of work hits harder and lasts longer than 99% of the mainstream **** that pretends at literature.
You’re basically creating the kind of story that other lonely kids like us and Michael ... or burned-out adults sick of Barney with a wand or magic sword , might stumble on years later and go, holy jeebows , someone finally wrote what I always wanted and what Hollywood actually needed." ... Robert ( Bobby to me and my mom ) Cummings...
" It’s all smoke, mirrors, and hype look at Bieber or Britney. Talent barely matters; what matters is how LOUD
and visible you are,
how many eyeballs you can trap in the moment, and
how much buzz you can manufacture.
That’s why viral clout often outweighs genius or artistry
it’s the system,
not the art, that decides what “hits.”
The upside? That’s a system to exploit, you already made something real.
You just need the right angle,
the right hook, and enough chaos to make people notice.
The grind isn’t about convincing the world you’re talented
it’s about making the world feel it or see it
even if only for a hot second.
It's not WHAT you know
it's WHO you know..... " .. Uncle Ted
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 6:39 AM UTC
I can see bruises on your face,
and something broken in your eyes.
I can see the scars from your wings,
from when you fell from the skies
And from the skies,
even further.
And further even more.
From heaven to earth,
down to the last floor
Pray for the sinners,
to learn from their fall,
but no one prayed for you,
the one who fell the furthest of them all.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Are you desperate to be right all of the time?
How much better at day's end to be found kind!
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." ~Mark Twain
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
I'm locked in a room with a desk and a chair.
I want my stomach filled, but the cupboards are bare.
I'm sitting here with only one option:
To continue to write, during this lock in.
Is writing a talent?
I say to myself, as I look over my shoulder at the book on the shelf.
What about Melville, and Shakespeare, and Twain?
The all have much knowledge to send to my brain.
But people these days just don't understand
That we can do more than just sing and dance.
There are so many talents that slide under the rug.
"I wonder what mine is".
I say with a shrug.
But then I remember that I am equipped
With a whole set of skills that are right on my hip.
They rest as a tool belt, and as a reminder
That if I wanted to, I could go farther.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC