/lit/ - Literature

>>22641514
I retained knowledge for basic stuff and work/power. Conservation of energy is pretty easy to grasp for me. I haven't touched kinematics or vector arithmetic.

>>21828096
Aaaaugh!
Science denier!
Burn the heretic!

>>21806726
It doesn't make sense to me either, but we all know what happens to you when you argue with The Science.

>I take a deep breath, and my cock hole opens wide, drinking the smoke into itself and filling my bladder near to bursting.
>What have I done? What grows here upon my body? What cruel mekubal has wrought such a malformation as I should gather alongside friend, family, acquaintance, and be dashed hard upon the nearest rock or cobblestone expedient. I am become golem with no shabbos in sight. Never have I felt such regret. Never have I committed such profanity. This thing writhing opalescent at my pelvis is not of my flesh; not of my body. I should never have come here. I should never have entered the Tower, nor seeked employment, nor… nor should I have ever arrived at that place. I should have remained in… in….
>Remained where? What comes before? What comes after? Where was I yesterday? The day prior? A deficit of memory, perhaps. No, no deficit. I remember everything that was in perfect clarity. I know everything that ever will be. I know not how I know, but the knowing is itself unimpeachable.
>I want to shut my eyes and squint away the whole fucking thing but cannot. Every time my eyes open, there sits the freak-thing, the breaking-through, its puissance unwanted. I swear it winks at me in movements beyond my control. I swear its heat and its queer gyrations grow still inwards, reaching and grabbing at the flesh inside. To which cruel puppeteer am I marionette? Whose are the strings upon which I dance? You fucker! The eyes; I feel the eyes upon me now. Alone, at the end of the world, torn between two, three, more... I feel your fucking eyes harrying my turned back. Fuck you! I see now, and I see both the beginning and the end. I see the cycle, the departures and returns, from which one will never return or depart. I want no part in it. I never asked for this. Release me. Release me. Release me! Release…
>"Hello,” my penis says. Its voice is not one voice but many timbres and hues and baritone basses with ear-splitting harmonics, trebles that waver and blare and taper off into gravelly fry, lisps and sputters.

>>20140532
But... Dude! It's Magic!

God Emperor Fqvci will have taken the reins by then and imprisoned this fag. L'état, c'est moi.