/lit/ - Literature

A URL? Ultra Realistic Luddites smashing the digital biosphere with pixel digital cock and ball torture machines weaved into hammers. "They took our jobs, these machines!" they scream as the digitized man-children spout memetics endlessly from the comfort of concrete living pods! An endless spectacle! To not be born is best; second best, to die young.

The fucking Yanks lost again! Cock-sucking pinstriped faggots cost me 30 fucking bucks! So much for my shopping expedition to the Whole Foods; the blueberries will have to wait until my next paycheck to collide with the warm stench of my wife's Staten Island asshole. And I swear to fucking God, if my little bitch daughter is fucking around on that goddamned Wii U I stupidly bought her for Christmas, I will bash her fucking skull in. The noise from that goddamned plastic jap junk drives me to hysterics. Fucking cunts!

Equations? There's a reason I failed math in high-school. Numbers are the ultimate luciferian triumph; I refuse this conquest of intelligence. I desire to be an animal once more, unburdened by this suffocating consciousness! Damn your numbers, damn your tables, damn your postmodern absurdities! Give me sex, give me meat, give me the hunt!