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27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!

28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.

29. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.

30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.

31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.

32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.

33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!

34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.

35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.

36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.

37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.

38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.

39. The word of the Law is THELEMA.

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Being against self reliance, emotional stoicism, etc. Makes sense if you’re a cunt who’s gotten everything in life handed to her for having a nice pair of tits and has managed to convince herself that it’s because of her personality everything constantly works out so decently, or if you’re an upper middle class metrosexual who’s life has consisted of looking presentable for mommy while she showers you with love and affection like a good little poodle... otherwise the world is a dog pit and showing the least bit of weakness (especially if you can’t make up for it by spreading your legs and trading your snatch for comfort and security) will get you ripped apart. The worlds full of bastards who will do you in the minute they smell blood or fear.

But apparently these basic instincts for self survival and self respect are toxic... and what’s the alternative? Working hard so I can make my boss lots of money. Perhaps I should let him fuck my wife too, after all who am I to try and inflict my evil male power fantasies on the world. How selfish, how toxic of me! What arrogance men must have to feel the slightest bit of self respect or dignity. Provide for the bitch but that doesn’t mean you’re entitled to the least bit respect or dignity in return. Be a good little cuckhold, modern man! Of course I can always go to the circus, watch the meatheads smash into each other for hundred of thousands of dollars an hour over some flayed pig skin. Some trail virile men there, if we’re lucky they’ll fuck our wives for us too. After all, we’ve freed ourselves from such oppressive social constructions, and if we’ve got a problem we can always have a good cry about it. Sniveling and crying is the new normal after all. And we can all scream and cheer loudly enough to drown out that emptiness in our get. At least for an instant. This is deep masculinity. As deep as getting bent over and fucked in the shower.

But I’m not nearly healthy enough of an individual to embrace such a positive masculinity, which is probably why I’m getting drunk myself again and wishing I had a nosefull of oxycontin.

Grief, rage, denial, are all just stages before acceptance. If we’re lucky our kids will never know the terrible feelings of growing up with all these toxic ideals and hopes. Society has moved on, it’s all shopping malls and feminism, and tinder hookups now, and we’re just the dead weight toxicity that’s too old for our own generation.

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