/lit/ - Literature

>>20453713

I REALLY like personifying the random and meaningless vicissitudes of life as a woman. When anything "bad" (inb4 :^)spookyskelekekekek!!1) I can exclaim as follows:

"BAAHH Fortuna pisses on me!"

"Fortuna, you capricious slut!"

"Napoleon was a man of destiny! he seized Fortuna by her flowing hair and ravaged her in every hole!"

>inb4 yes yes, very good anon, very good HOWEVER

yes yes "internalized misogyny".. Spare me your psychobabble please! this is not sexual violence caused by my impotency or virginal frustration. It just makes me laugh in an INAUTHENTIC way (R.I.P.D.F.W.).

Take, this pretty thing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpelSFTFkHc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6CCePrJlaU

MY SWEET GIRL!!!! you *do* have good blowjob eyes!

HOHOHOHOHO

I would very much like to do extremely violent sexual things to her -- only if totally contractual, cooperative, and consensual obviously :^)

HAHAHAHAHAHHA

this girl has a slappable face -- NO! I hear the keyboard clacks of execration already, "filtered", "reported", and scho on and scho on *sniff* (see, I can use the cool memes, can I play with you guys now?) -- a slappable face. I would like to SLAP her little porcelain doll face and watch the tears gather in her eyes. Ah! how those eyes would glisten with tears, I can feel a pulsing rush of longing, not of love as Homer described, but a longing for POWER, O the twinge of fear that face of fear --- OF SUBMISSION. Again I expect this will all be explained away as some pathology, an irrational fear of women, or that I am some kind of objectively "evil" person. Ho hum, type away, you arch-mediocrities.

//// For those that have stayed ////
You and I alike can see the reality of nature, and man as nature. The desire for POWER not only over a pretty little bird like SAV, but, as we see in life, a power over our own DESTINY. So this post was not as random as it may seem. Fate is forged in the crucible of struggle, the struggle for power -- over others, ourselves, and the universe.

//// For Fortuna ////
O blessed Goddess, grant me one thread of fate that weaves my life into that of """"""""""""""""""poet"""""""""""""""" SAVANNAH BROWN so that I might, but once, slap that face that so deeply yearns to be beaten.

And no, I have NOT taken my meds today.

>>8165281
tell her that I live in London and that I will find her, choke her, and repe her. Got it?

>>7984041
Earth is captured by a technocapital singularity as renaissance rationalitization and oceanic navigation lock into commoditization take-off. Logistically accelerating techno-economic interactivity crumbles social order in auto-sophisticating machine runaway. As markets learn to manufacture intelligence, politics modernizes, upgrades paranoia, and tries to get a grip.

The body count climbs through a series of globewars. Emergent Planetary Commercium trashes the Holy Roman Empire, the Napoleonic Continental System, the Second and Third Reich, and the Soviet International, cranking-up world disorder through compressing phases. Deregulation and the state arms-race each other into cyberspace.

By the time soft-engineering slithers out of its box into yours, human security is lurching into crisis. Cloning, lateral genodata transfer, transversal replication, and cyberotics, flood in amongst a relapse onto bacterial sex.

Neo-China arrives from the future.

Hypersynthetic drugs click into digital voodoo.

Retro-disease.

Nanospasm.

Schizo and advised to write.

Cars, generators, and crowds are the whitewash of a clean canvas. Atop the tower of filthy concrete he gazes out over his domain in darkness. Down the crumbling stairs, round the mulberry bush, and through a hole in the wall (liberated from its door). The city of Dis never sleeps. Whores parade around flowers left by the roadside. Into one of the three massage parlours, (always vacancies - apply within). Dance around the may pole for the jeering crowd, "the usual please", hot words and cold hearts. Taking up his position in the gloom studying the crowd, the dancers, the stag troop, the lines in the barmaids' face, the rolling music and smoke. All of them Atreus' children. No use to judge them or chastise them. Their sins spring from revolutions years ago. Above, the beams and vaults cracked and splintered. Time slows and we see this great structure collapsing toward us, how to pass the intervening time? to burn our houses and temples to the ground as we do to those temples and houses around us?

Noise shudders through the pit, the bodies pulse as one. One seething mass on the banks of the Acheron. Their voices now one unintelligible groan. Breaking through the crowd he licks the condensed sea spray. Wading through the black beads and gnashing jaws. Can H.I.V. be spread through condensed sweat? stay inquisitive! such thoughts are reserved for places like this. He helplessly calls out for Trudy like a drowning man while around him minesweepers and cruisers work. Scampering Industria. He lunges into the smoke and catches one.

"have you seen Trudy?",

"just let me do my job else I'll drop dead", the rat replied

"Don't worry I'm dead sober. How do you work so Industriously?",

"I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well. J.S. Mill said that",

"Wir danken dir, Nietzsche, wir danken dir!"


(I thinK it suffers from "and then", "and then", which I struggle to come to terms with. If it seems fragmented it's supposed to become clearer later in the book. I am imitating Sound and Fury in that respect I suppose. It's not serious, it's supposed to be funny)

Roast me.

>>6885596
>>6886215


Fucking autism.

>>6872461
average orientalismfag