/lit/ - Literature

Try self-improvement but be aware of the danger if you become too caught up in it. There can come a point when a well-meaning effort to enrich one's life becomes an almost religious exercise in self-denial.

For example, I set about "improving" myself and now I don't use social media, I don't drink, I consciously avoid fashion trends, and I'm too intensely focused on my hobbies to have time for much else. I hate to generalize but I don't think many women would appreciate any of that.

white noise, don delillo (imo a shit book)

"Insistent pressuring voices."

>>1177373
>posts an awful quote from a movie
>"sounds like poetry to me"

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Between her meaty thighs, Francine could feel Orville Junior's beanbag contracting, as the cremaster muscles pulled his nuts upward in preparation for blastoff, as though the Cape Canaveral of his Cowper's gland had initiated a countdown, and a million spermy astronauts in their gleaming white suits were about to launch their way beyond the far-flung Islets of Langerhans towards the Ultimate Black Hole: his own mother's all-devouring cunt, the secret matrix of her uterus which, like a Black Hole, seemed to be located deep inside at the point at which her own vast mass had collapsed in upon itself, and was now trying to suck the very jism into the vacuum of her deepest need...

A corresponding set of contractions now began to work their way through Francine's body, starting from the little red button of her clitoris, but sending shockwaves of shuddering orgastic spasms up and down the rippling billows of her cellulite, and the very walls of her cootch began to maul and tug at her son's meat-stick, in a mad fury of desire, like a baby panda with a box of bamboo candy....

"Oh lordy Orville Junior! I'm gonna climax!" Francine croaked. "You do it too! Pop your cookies for momma! Fill 'er up, just like your daddy used to do!"

"Oh Momma!" cried Orville Junior, then bit his lower lip as he prepared for the ultimate return to the womb

/lit/, do me a favour and collectively smarten the fuck up.

Yes, that is an order

Expressionistic?

Reading that book, it was pure exposition; he was too busy cramming some kind of metaphor in every line of every letter or every sentence to do anything.

If you think that book is racist, you're reading it wrong.