/lit/ - Literature

>>10228979

>awaken while the air is still chilly and sunlight has a bluish tinge
>suck in the crispy alpine air
>throw out your bed covers that were warmed by your body heat
>dedicate 7:30 to 12:30 for breakfast
>high fat & protein, no carb or sugar
>drink black coffee, Brazilian beans
>enjoy early morning solitude as you think about nothing
>plan out a meaningful day
>practice writing
>knock out some work that'll make your week easier
>have warm soup for lunch, ideally outside your the soup heats your body from the chilly air
>talk to no one, shun other people as you don't want to bother others with your neurotic thoughts
>come back home
>cuddle with your sexy brown elf wife from space
>seduce and fuck her from 6 to 7
>shower together, she cooks dinner
>dinner is great because you taught her to cook
>work some more
>practice writing some more
>climb into bed with wife
>play footsie with her while you both read your evening books
>take a melatonin tablet for sleep and a vitamin D pill cuz you didn't get enough sunlight
>go to sleep in each other's embrace as your penis is warmed by her pussy
>lightly graze your lips on hers, flick your eyelashes on her cheeks before drifting to sleep under the November harvest moon.

Can you figure out what I'm writing about?

My back was on the black cloud. Shiftless, undefined and obscure, my fingers frozen and stiff. My arms were more like gloves, and I had them on for no reason – I didn’t plan to use them anytime soon. Not even the slow bend of the knees was of any merit. Dark tentacles of fogs unfurled themselves in front of me. One dagger like mamba swayed anxious as we glared at each other in a tenuous peace. My mind blank, my genie spent, my daemon silent, there was no divine light! Nothing was shining on me! I know exactly, why. It’s not supposed. I don’t need the light. There is no such thing as “divine” light. Only me, myself and I. Instead, I forced my third eye WIDE open and zapped purples rays of magnificence. Life is beer and I’m yeast. You gotta ferment before you can drink. Can’t drink with fermentation. No yeast – no beer. No me – no idea. Watch me, I’ll prove it! I immediately jump from my black cloud and sail back down to Hell. My heels smash upon the earth, splitting mountains and diverting oceans, the impact forms the Grand Circus of Genius. My spine bends to give a graceful bow and I shoot up a hand waving “thank you, thank you!” Suddenly, I jerk my arms before me, fingers dangling like wet sausages. Ha, not for long kiddo. My fingers crack alive and start flickering meticulously as if I was playing the piano or typing on a keyboard. Magic sparks and purples powder flow from my open veins as I gain the awe-striking power to see the invisible wires that connect the hearts of men. With reverence and might, I call upon the ancient power of the Yggdrasil until the last moment, that’s where I tell everyone that I was kidding. Yggdrasil is a fucking tree, it’s all me. I seize the laws of God that crafted the Universe and rewrite them on a whim. I manipulate people for the greater good, I take on the burden of being mankind’s hero. With a single nod, treasure hordes are mine, the King of Kings surrenders to me, and all the daughters of the world are forfeited to me. I am victorious in righteous conquest and my name resonates with glory!

Does /lit/ have anything against people who read multiple books at the same time? My interest in a book just tends to waver over time, so to make sure I get through a book I read multiple at the same time and switch to whatever interests me in the moment.

Currently I am reading
>Washington: A Life
>The Life You've Always Wanted
>Neurosis and Human Growth
Thoughts?

>>10169080
>The Holy Bible
>Neurosis and Human Growth
>Why Nations Fail?
>College student
>Chemistry BS