unnecessary dead

coming along the nicely mowed lawns who wants to cut my yard, i said he was wrong, but to suggest anything that is surrealist is crazy so yesterday i went to a writing workshop and i helped other people and i took a short story to get critiqued(sic) and my luck was that i had two people give me feedback on my story, either it was not liked or they didnt know what to say, i showed up with a real story and sometimes people dont know how to respond to art when it is right in front of them, this is what i am reduced to, i am lightyears ahead of my time and i just have to accept it, my critics will be in the future, in the future i will be able to describe and get feedback, or maybe it is just this town i live in, maybe i have to go to some literary town and find something out