/lit/ - Literature

>>15686417
Much appreciated.
>What you describe as women are non operating machines
Women are essentially blank canvases, and this is an psychological evolutionary trait. See, since the beginning of the human species until very recently, women were essentially a breeding commodity, and nothing more. Your tribe would attack a different tribe, wipe out the men, and take the women to bear your tribe children. Women developed as blank canvases in order to cope with this way of life (which like I said has lasted for nearly 200,000 years of our existence, so is very ingrained in our neurology). They could be abducted as the spoils of war, and immediately fit into the society/culture of their captors. They could willingly bear the children of the warrior who cut the throat of her husband and bashed her baby on the ground less than several weeks prior. That is what it means to be a woman, and this has not changed.

pls rate me (not a joke) and give me advice to make better horror porn


Rain hitting thin panes of glass. The office is filled with an unsettling ambience that ripples silently up your arms, into the sleeves of your shirt. You can hear the doctor’s words-- can even parse some of the convoluted medical jargon-- but it all comes out muddled by the din outside. All the careful research and planning means nothing now. Something drastic has to be done. To be present in the room is to accept tacitly the horror to come, like hearing enemy bombs drop from under thick concrete ceiling.
“--dissociative coprophagia--” “--delusions of constipation--”
Professional timewasting; a dozen labcoats and thousands of dollars in philanthropy couldn’t do more than put a series of names to the condition you have come to know in person. You can sense the doctor’s concern, but it is all too late now: why else would you be sitting here, receiving this briefing?
“-- baconator fries---” “-- just can’t get her to listen--”
They need help; they always do. You wait for the cue: head-drooped, pulling glasses off with one hand to raise and reveal learned frustration: “what we’re trying to say is, we need your expertise.” He forgot to say “again.”

Haiku -> Quatrain game
write a 5-7-5 haiku, then someone else replies, adding another (preferably 7 syllable) line to complete a 4 line poem

e.g. Anon 1
An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond
Splash! Silence again
Anon 2
No flies, the frog has been conned
Anon 1
wtf thats shit
Weebs may point out that this is similar to tankas but eh