/lit/ - Literature

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>>12377196
Start a band. Learn music from teachers. Learn to sing. Rock out with your cock out. Pretty easy. Or watch a show on nature bathing and fasting. Visit a hostel, or a graveyard. I like to walk in graveyards when I get wanting friends. It always cures me of wanting to be out of myself, or reflected back at myself endlessly in rambles, rumination. Don't do drugs.

>>12340711
The Irish are as white as the Welsh and as pink as the British and any who say otherwise is a whoreson if ever I saw one. And no doubt I've seen enough of the grey whoresons that is the ruined facepaint of Yanks mixed with the stately, feminine obsidian of that failed experiments outterreaches. Your hues are a stunning ignorance that cries for blotting or a final gifted cataract. Weave me no more but do axe your loli questions mine sweet, sweet young one with the gift.

>>12197975
He carries a meal within him, yesterday it was a beast that could itself dash around, now I suck it up and make it part of me, and where do I begin and end? All things chain together in causes and effects, and everything he wants to grasp dissolves before the testing thought. Soon he sees mechanics even in the so-far whole and dear, in the smile of his beloved – there are other smiles as well, a torn boot with toes. Eventually, the features of things are features only of himself. Nothing exists without himself, every line points back at him, the world is but a ghostly echo of his voice – he leaps up loudly screaming and wants to disgorge himself onto the earth along with his impure meal, he feels the looming of madness and wants to find death before losing even such ability. But as he stands before imminent death, he grasps its nature also, and the cosmic import of the step to come. His creative imagination constructs new, fearful prospects behind the curtain of death, and he sees that even there is no sanctuary found. And now he can discern the outline of his biologicocosmic terms: He is the universe’s helpless captive, kept to fall into nameless possibilities.

>>12071947
To the weaver's gin ye go.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSDyiUBrUSk

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