Walt Whitman's Song of Myself Is a Hymn to the Texts of Our Generation.
I'm half serious.
- •It is you talking just as much as myself... I act as the tongue of you.Double texts on texts.
- •I am large, I contain multitudes.Feelings first.
- •To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.K.
- •These are likely the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, if they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing.That feeling when you TFW...
- •This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.Keep this mum AF.
- •I dote on myself, there is a lot of me and all so luscious.You get a selfie, and you get a selfie, and you get a selfie!
- •You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
- •Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself.Keep up bc I contain multitudes.
- •I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.Turns read receipts on.