/lit/ - Literature

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Hey, I got some news for you. They do both.

Hello /lit/! I started a blog few days ago. In the blog I will write down some of my inner thoughts as often as possible. I would appreciate very much if some of you native english speakers would comment my text (grammar and the content). Well, there it is: http://www.textuploadr.com/o.php?id=AW1300381443A4d823f03d43fe

Thanks!

sup c/lit/s I've been through a lot of shit in my life and decided maybe i could write a story about it. Criticism appreciated.

We waited for Chauncey at the entrance of the police station in a large black Cadillac. In the front seat Tommy was doing lines of Clyde's cocaine off a mirror stolen from a burger king bathroom. After a line or two Tommy handed the rolled up benjamin to the fat man and held up the mirror up to the fat fuck's face. The living blob snorted up a line with the twist of his head and made a noise similar to that of a satisfied viking.
“That shit ain't cut. It's that fuckin Frank Lucas shit pure as it can be. Makin me feel like a goddamn champion.” Said the fatman with his head cocked to the side and half closed eyelids.
Tommy boy then passed the mirror back to me where me and Titan could destroy the rest of the rock with a chorus of violent snorting.
I began to cut up a supple line to please my nasal cavity as Titan said to the Fatman, “Frank Lucas sold heroin you stupid fuck.”
“Yeah, you're right he did but you know what I mean he sold the top of the line pure non cut shit and this coke that we now have in our possession is on the same level as what big frank was sellin.” retorted the fat fuck as he lounged in the driver's seat or maybe not. It's hard to tell when the Fatman's is loungin or just plain out bein his fat ass self.
I put benjamin in my right nostril and bent my head down and snorted up the line. I passed the mirror to Titan and he demolished two lines before I could blink. As I watched in amazement I feel a disgusting conglomerate of cocaine and mucus escape my nasal cavity and slide down the back of my throat. I couldn't help but imagine it as a slug traveling slowly down to my gut.
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