/lit/ - Literature

fuck this shit ive read 400 pages and i didnt find the funnies help plees sheeeeeeet

I curse God for making me a europoor. Americans get to have all the fun.

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>>16080253

>NOOOO WHAT DO YOU MEAN IF GOD CAN CREATE A ROCK HE CANT LIFT WHY DO YOU FALL FOR RETHORICS MADE TO BAIT MIDWITS
>THE BIG BANG???? YES THAT WAS CREATED BY GOD ....WHO CREATED GOD? WELL LET ME TELL YOU GOD IS ETERNAL AND HE ALWAYS EXISTED THIS IS TOTALLY NOT MIDWITS RETHORICS

FUCK YOU THIS SCIENTIST'S BROTHER'S DAUGHTER'S NEIGHBOUR'S DOG'S FATHER'S COUSIN WAS CHRISTIAN. FUCKING TAKE THAT ATHESHIT

>>11366152
Thanks for making me feel more lonely, asshole

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>>11176309

>kyoko's house has yet to be translated

>>10024329
I went out and bought myself new clothes – black pants, black boots, and a black turtleneck sweater. I bought some flowers and went to Max Landis’s house.

I had imagined a mansion but it was more of a shitty raised ranch. The lawn was patchy and riddled with garbage. It was around sunset.

I went around back to find the place packed. I had expected a more “Hollywood” crowd, but instead it just seemed like a mix of druggies, hypebeast teenagers, and washed up bleached blonde women in their mid-30s. Through the crowd I saw Andria.

I approached her and smiled. She smiled back. For a moment it seemed that everything would work out – that my fantasies were being realized. I started talking to her but she seemed… off. Evasive. I asked her if she’d read my script.

At that moment, Max Landis appeared and put his arm around her. They kissed. I ground my teeth with rage.

“Oh hey, Brendan, right?” Max said. He was holding my script in his hand. “Is this yours? Look, I gotta be honest buddy… it’s shit. Total shit. A hack job. No studio will want this.”

People were noticing now. The yard went silent.

>>10001783
>I see this all the damn time, you signify some abstract something and you have to immediately pivot away from it to describe it,
>tfw wanted to articulate this sentiment but too much of a brainlet to do it properly even though I'm a monolingual anglio-saxone speaker

>Hemingway's stolen suitcase with ALL his works up until 1922.