/lit/ - Literature

whats the lit equivalent?

>>10654943
>what anyone with normal vision sees

>posting 1/3 of one part of the triptych
Btw Hieronymous Bosch is the most /lit/ name there is, even more so than Gregory berrycone

Let's write a stream of consciousness. Open up word, set an alarm for ten minutes and start writing. Don't try to focus your thoughts and just type down what comes to your mind. Don't write anymore after the alarm sets off and the if you want, correct all the typos but nothing more. After that post it here.

This is mine:
Upon the breath of dragons came the smoldering corpses of planets which look through the glass that witches spoke through in times forgotten by all the apes that would constantly stare at the number seven. I didn’t like the attitude of some Cambodian missionaries who would row through the seas on the back of mountains and aligned with them all were much too few different severed bodies of the apocalypse which should fall before all the chains tying the roots of the earth. I didn’t bring much alcohol to fill all the bottles that would stick out beneath the salt sea of magnitude. When I lived in the watchtower I heard the constant clanking of processors built through the divine methods of molecular epitaxy past by the robots who created the human race. In the meanwhile I was driving a car which had no lights and could not expect how many of us would see the faces of pigeons reflected in our windows. Elvis lives and before he was a dinosaur he lived amongst Satan and Hephaestus creating black holes which encountered all the immortal races of the galaxy. The lives went on and the smoldering corpses were buried beneath witches and defecated upon and I liked the sweat scent of nice voluptuous women who would enwrap me with their sweaters which would lead to hesitant suffocation. I could not look either of them in the eye because I chose not to swear in public. We would not see how many of them were infantile and how many of them had rabbits growing from their claws. They could not produce evidence of all the crimes committed against the Polish people beneath all the stars that could have forged the first computers. Not only was it a myth that my head was enslaved beneath the sand by Jackie Chan who could ride the ocean waves on his bike it would also be fair to suspect that none of them lied to me when they were making up all the falsehoods that produced mankind’s first origin spirits. It was not known whether or not I would like to be thought of as a person that could go on without trying and know the shapes of buildings by looking upon them. It would seem obvious to me that I was beneath a sky that shouted all the names of the bands that made Loveless a thing and none of the noises breathing on my skin.

Who wrote like Hieronymus Bosch painted?

>>7305457

The Garden of Earthly Delights kills me. It heavily inspires many concepts in my writing.

>>6263971
The Bible and the Church say the lake of fire exist. You say it doesn't.

Bible and Church > You

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