/lit/ - Literature

>>12151417
When I was 12 I would talk to my girlfriend like this. Oh God I was such a little shit.

>>9042532
>Also after he finished it he tried to overthrow the jap government then committed seppuku which is pretty neat.

no. he kidnapped a base commander, created an opportunity to preach his bullshit to the group of assembled dudes on the base, got booed and laughed at, then committed seppuku out of shame and embarrassment (also to be remembered with a youthful image as pathetic as that is...def had peter pan complex). also his initial subordinate couldn't even chop his head off correctly so someone else had to step in. jesus what an awkward situation that must've been!

>The Anatomy of Melancholy

It changes nothing.

>mfw my thesis is on pornography with a quantitative survey of the content of popular porn.
>mfw my webcrawler cannot access the data anymore
>mfw a theologian ruined science.

My light , so bright , a wishing star.
How I forgotten just who you are.
Burning, yearning admits to no surprise.
I stare at you with tears in my eyes.

Shooting Star send the message beyond your dying light...

"God probably hates me, because I don't think anyone here on earth likes me. If people are a reflection of you, why is it that I find your words cold and uninviting?

I forgot , your too busy to hear.
I am suburban white trash and your busy installing fear.
I would seek audience but who do I go to?
How many souls does a deity need before pain is relieved?

You are a paradox. I am easily defined.
Hear me now if only someone 1000 years in the future these words they find.
I want you to acknowledge us today, even in our decay. If I am out of turn correct me but do it in an acceptable way.

Save us all. Stop everything.
Stop the weak from the deaths by the evil king.
Stop the wicked, Stop your saints.
Stop everyone and correct your mistakes.

...mistakes.
Even you must feel anger, why define a race when even you can feel our temper.
You emulate it, you spread the oil of our temperament . You can stop it. You choose to ignore it.

Let us reach out to you one more time. Hear us now as all of our words have been twisted from the vine.
I'm sorry that we all wasted your time."