/lit/ - Literature

Hey /lit/, it's been a while since I was last here....

Anyway, someone is offering me old books and I wanted to know your opinions on them. Which ones are worth reading and which ones will keep me warm in the winter, that type of thing.

>implying any of them are good

Author - Title:
Elizabeth Lowell - Innocent As Sin
Rebecca Coleman - The Kingdom of Childhood
Gordon Korman - Kidnapped Books 1 & 2
Bette Greene - Summer of My German Soldier
Caroline B. Cooney - The Time Travelers Vol. 1
James Rollins - Map of Bones

They all SEEM like shit, but I just want someone to confirm it before I (probably) sell them to buy some good Kindle books.

btw, I'm a huge Orson Welles.

I dream sometimes of a world drenched in cum.

Just fucking drowning in it. Every man ejaculating ridiculous amounts at once, soaking everything around him.

Man's instinct is to invest little in a child that may not be his own. Woman knows where that thing came from. Now, in this world where every dry surface is just a beach to an ocean of jizz, every man is humiliated and every woman is impregnated. Men who were trusting fathers before the mass ejaculation are proud of their sons. To them even a dead child is a reminder of a time past when they had knowledge and control. After that, husbands, lovers, fiances, paramours, are all cuckolded by waves of hot white life.

No man can live on a woman's terms anymore. Man would be a fool to love and raise a child that could belong to his neighbor, or his mailman. An entire generation of men, victim to an entire generation of soiled women.

A generation of men with no desire to stop their lives and instead devote themselves to one woman or to one family. A generation of men who, having wronged each other equally through chaotic mass adultery, now must spend their lives trying to reconcile.

All wars come to an end as man applies the lesson learned from this and realizes that he too is at fault. Religion no longer advocates guilt or repression, law no longer exists to quell risk at the expense of success. All competition is jovial, all advertisement is honest, all thought is disciplined after the first and foremost desire that any organism can have, a desire stronger than hunger or thirst, is brought to its logical extreme and an entire generation is satisfied, and hurt, and enlightened.

Every son who comes after is affected by this great event. They are raised in a fatherless household by grateful mothers cast aside by all other men. From a young age they gain a sense of strength and confidence, but never learn of limitations. When a boy reaches adulthood he will go in search of his father and bed many women, knowing that some day one of his sons may find him too. His every ejaculation is a humble tribute to the one that brought him into this semen-plastered world.

La petite mort, a fitting idiom for orgasm, will be applied to the apocalpytic event that brought about this new age of cum. BC and AD will be obsolete. From then on the ages will be divided by The Great Death, when every living man lost his dignity and his chastity.

The world I dream of is beautiful and melancholy and triumphant, but a world drenched in cum lies so far out of reach.

I jerked off on a woman at the bus stop today to try and get things rolling.

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>recent upsurge in pederasty
>mfw when i'm still trying to choke down the second half of the satyricon

"(It is thought that the virus is a degeneration from a more complex life form. It may at one time have been capable of independent life. Now it has fallen to the borderline between living and dead matter. It can exhibit living qualities only in a host, by using the life of another - the renunciation of life itself, a falling towards inorganic, inflexible machine, towards dead matter.)

"Bureaus die when the structure of the state collapses. They are as helpless and unfit for independent existences as a displaced tapeworm, or a virus that his killed the host."

It may be pretty, but is it ART?