/lit/ - Literature

honey/money

royal/loyal

pain/gain

Discuss.

You’re welcome.

>>4438119

>>4391793

How about OP's diary.

>>4242798

I think Dawkin's response was apt. Tyson basically spent 10 minutes trying to condescend him with a majorly drawn out pompously self-righteous 'I don't like your attitude'. What else was Dawkin's gonna do? Validate his nonsense with a thought-out response, or subtly-but-right-out-in-the-open tell him to Fuck off?

There are some here

http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2252079-for-whom-the-bell-tolls

The paramedic pulls a baggie out of his pocket and holds it at an arms length, flicking it with his finger. He eyes it diligently it as it flaps.

He pours the ketamine liberally onto the back of his assistants clipboard and then hands the victim a note.

I solemnly swear that all negative emotions can be dispelled upon searching the self. This also applies to negative thoughts and feelings towards other people and their actions. That is, you alone are the only one who makes themselves angry. Next time you’re angry, take a step back and think “Who’s making me angry here? Them or I?” and the feeling is instantly dispelled. The person or thing, in all likelihoods, was not trying to annoy you, and if it were so that they were attempting to annoy you, haven’t they only won by making you feel this uncomfortable negativity? By dispelling negative thoughts and feelings through the realisation that you are the one yourself making the angry feeling arise, you are coming a step closer to truth.

For a little while I’ll answer any more questions regarding the above, if I can and if you wish.

I’ve fallen hard for you, scraped my knee now I don’t know what to do
A man shouldn’t feel so low for a girl, a chest should inflate and be proud
yet here I am with you in my loud head, knocking around and raising the dread
but it’s not your fault it’s mine, God you’re so sweet
twisting around on those cute dainty feet
I know that you love me, more than my subconscious do
which plagues me of dreams, thoughts of losing you
to some sludge on the dance floor, some wandering fingers
some charm get your scent with the kind that lingers
So now I lie here, on the floor in a different country like a dying animal waiting for the last strike
because I expect to lose, why the fuck do I expect to lose?

Hint: She fucked someone that weekend, I later out later. What emotional prowess I have attained!

Sir Arthur Canon Doyle - deduction, logic

Tolstoy - Human behaviour, chaos theory

Huxley - Sociology

I could go on but it's time to go and live my life now.

>>3618172

Say more words you've said already, child. You're starting to swing me.

Today I woke up extremely hungover. On a pissed soak mattress. Not even my piss.
So i got up. Everything was blurry in my vision. I found my way into bathroom and jumped in the shower. There was some drunk kid in the shower with his top off and throw up all down him. There was also pen scribbles all over his skin. Penises, vaginas, poos and the like. The kid got blasted with cold water when I turned the shower on and that made him get out pretty sharp.
Later on I sat on the sofa in amongst piles of filth and rolled several cigarettes. Then I set them down and put them on fire. I put my face over the smouldering smoking mass of cigarettes and breathed in the fumes.

Helli /lit/

I'm going into town today with the wish to purchase some books. I like Charles Bukowski, Douglas Coupland, Chuck Palahniuk, Glen Duncan, Leo Tolstoy, Philip Pullman, Paolo Coelho, Kerouac. All the obvious ones really.

I'd like to read some Christopher Hitchens, as I find him an incredibly interesting man (far more so than Richard Boredkins) if anyone can recommend a good one of Hitchins?

Also, any good novels with depth regarding sanity/insanity, drug addiction, psychology, religion etc. would be great.

This is now modern day literature, I write as a product of time and nothing else.

I remember the first time I met her, walking through town with Gerard when he stopped to talk to the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen. Her hair was tied up and lips painted red, dressed top to toe in black. I couldn’t help wonder what Gerard was doing talking to this beautiful girl, and I told him too ‘that might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” and she exuberated this vibrant energy, these pronounced and fluctuating soft words jumped from her mouth and animated bodily movements went with them. As she spoke, her hips swung rhythmically side-to-side. Eyes, lit up like fireflies and her whole face beamed as you absorbed it. Only problem, the femme fatality is that she knows how wonderful she is to the other eye. The stupid writer ex boyfriends of her probably wrote her love poems, or, her singer ex boyfriend wrote whole albums for her.
The stupid writer ex boyfriends of her probably wrote her poems, or, her singer ex boyfriend wrote whole albums for her. His only appeal seemed that he was a successful musician and that his face could be used for grating cheese due to the acne. How was I to compete with any of this? These guys have years on me, and I have yet to prove myself in any way whatsoever

drink smoke eat fuck rinse repeat

This party is shit, she says to me
make your own fun i say
throw something at someone
pour milk on the floor
anything you never wanted to
and the people sit amongst themselves
slowly sipping plastic cups, muttering all small talk
deadlines, budgets, other things but she doesn't care to hear
even the conversation participants aren't listening,
you could swear they were only conversing with themselves
through means of another's mouth.
one man sits in the corner with a foot on his knee
playing with his shoelace, he reminds me
of me
...when i used to care whether you cared
whether i cared, sitting and waiting
for someone to speak
an ounce of truth, or bullshit, anything worth
a story to spin and dream subjectively
would maybe fill his mind for a ten minute more
and then fusillades of light puncture the room's dim glow
a girl bursts through, holding shoe and carton
the stupid girl opened her ears for once
and fell to the bemusement of he, in his satirical
take on philosophy.
101, Karma's burn
Why they let us stay is a mystery to me
when one of the guests
was bruised but free
i guess they were grateful
me and the girl
We later had sex on the living room floor
next to a great puddle of milk

These days I find myself grinding my teeth incessantly
my gum on one side is receding, showing tooth, like a wolf
like a wolf without the passion, like a sad wolf
You see, it doesn’t work? A mopey wolf

I am stuck on groundhog day, each day like D day,
the enemy my own thought and feeling
at wars with souls and pretentious beings
It’s easy to submit to yourself, whatever that means

Cast a cynic eye on every other person, filled with hate logic
contradictory, logic cannot be swathed in subjectivity, can it?

These days I feel sick revulsion at everybody.

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