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Seethe anon. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged Evangelion shirt. He stokes his penis. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags effay and darker 7-11s beyond that harbor yet a few last tendies. His folk are known for jerkers of cock and drinkers of cum but in truth his father has been dissatisfied with him. He lies in monster energy, he quotes from boards whose names are now lost. The anon crouches by the computer and watches him.

Night of your birth. Thirty-three. Dubs. The autist they were called. Shaka how the wall did fall. I looked for BCC, holes in the heavens. The nigger stove.

The mother dead, raped by pakis, did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never pays his bills, the anon is NEET. He has a sister in this world that looks down at him like he is garbage. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless politics. All shitpost present in that visage, the anon the father of the bant.

Seethe anon. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged Evangelion shirt. He stokes his penis. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags effay and darker 7-11s beyond that harbor yet a few last tendies. His folk are known for jerkers of cock and drinkers of cum but in truth his father has been dissatisfied with him. He lies in monster energy, he quotes from boards whose names are now lost. The anon crouches by the computer and watches him.

Night of your birth. Thirty-three. Dubs. The autist they were called. Shaka how the wall did fall. I looked for BCC, holes in the heavens. The nigger stove.

The mother dead, raped by pakis, did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never pays his bills, the anon is NEET. He has a sister in this world that looks down at him like he is garbage. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless politics. All shitpost present in that visage, the anon the father of the bant.

>>23307880
>Seethe anon. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged Evangelion shirt. He stokes his penis. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags effay and darker 7-11s beyond that harbor yet a few last tendies. His folk are known for jerkers of cock and drinkers of cum but in truth his father has been dissatisfied with him. He lies in monster energy, he quotes from boards whose names are now lost. The anon crouches by the computer and watches him.

Night of your birth. Thirty-three. Dubs. The autist they were called. Shaka how the wall did fall. I looked for BCC, holes in the heavens. The nigger stove.

The mother dead, raped by pakis, did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never pays his bills, the anon is NEET. He has a sister in this world that looks down at him like he is garbage. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless politics. All shitpost present in that visage, the anon the father of the bant.

This book was jerked off like infinite jest, until that faggot Wendigoon made a video on it. Now you losers pretend it is reddit tier.
It is in all the top /lit/ picks going back years, check the images in the sticky.

What's the next book that you will turncoat on when normies start to like it?

The Judge lost

what was he supposed to be the judge of anyway?

>I'll be The Judge of that.
Dropped the book right then and there.

>he is so evil because he is uhh... le devil incarnate!
Seriously?

>i am le evil... because... because i just am ok!!!

>Friends invite me over for drinks we are all sitting around the campfire eventually someone brings up the war my friends give some normy opinions about how war is Le bad I straight up give them the war monologue from Blood Meridian and explain to them that mankind having the ability to create life is only a means to an end and the true purpose of man is to take life
They don't invite me over anymore

He's Satan

Is it unirornic kino or pseudshit?

After reading this book (not because of fucking wendigoon fuck you) I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. People call it the greatest American novel ever but I don't see it. I'm not bashing McCarthy No Country is my favourite book of all time but blood meridian just didn't work for me. Maybe I'm a retard who got filtered by the writing style and how nothings dwelled upon in any detail (toadvine and davey brown are hung, next sentence). Also the violence isn't nearly as descriptive as people say so that turned me off. I opened this book with my dick in my hand and it kinda disappointed. And I don't get the ending either.

Going by the things people say about him, one would actually expect the judge to be a little more than the wild west equivalent of an edgy teenager with a vulgar understanding of Nietzsche

>murder and rape lol
>never ending war lmao
>I hate the creatures of the earth rofl
This is the dumbest ideology I've ever heard.

ITT: Times you acted like the Judge

>>22146388
actually a good idea
he should feel supernatural and uncanny

This is me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me this is not me. This character could not possibly be anymore me. It's me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of this not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that this character is me. This character is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that this character is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and this character side by side, you'd see no difference. I can safely look at this character every day and say "Yup, that's me". I can practically see this character every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to this character. I chuckle softly as I'm assured everyday this character is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I've found my identity with this character and I know my place in this world. It's really quite funny how similar this character is to me, it's almost like we're identical twins. When I first saw this character, I had an existential crisis. What if this character was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if this character actual became aware of my existence? Did this character have the ability to become self aware itself?

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>>21847701
I feel like this one is the most aesthetic and stylized, without being too over the top. the shading is at least believable and makes it seem like its just the bad light angle

>>21460995
Get fucked sex haver
INCEL GANG, RISE UP

*Judge Glanton voice*: Lads, do not fear. For this is a male nipple of the moob variety, and as such is perfectly within the bounds of the law of this godforsaken site.

>>21047441
I've been smiling more because of him

>presents himself as the most intelligent being in the universe
>decides to spend his time with a bunch of low iq hicks killing mexicans in the middle of butt fuck of nowhere
But why?