/lit/ - Literature

>>6856047
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I must say:

Like most of the others, you, a shaver, a fecund mistake, a time-sucking stupid -dasher is always never alive long enough to be properly executed by the intelligent secret society belonging elite, and yet I feel somehow that my instincts burn too brightly in this mycological darkness.

I share a vicious pessimism about my betters that some of us—you—make real in the form of shit-posts.

I will take the honest road, the one floating above the sighing trees with best of /lit/ where clits inevitably make it over the top sending their owners into frothing frenzies.

At the same time, I share an incandescent suspicion that you are smoldering with feel and awkward mistimed goosebumps.

Thanks for sending off this parade of senselessness.