/lit/ - Literature

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Yes, a politically incorrect board that whines and bitches about how offended they get when someone calls them a bunch of bigots or nazis, and how they prefer the term "racial realists". Really dedicated to the whole "fuck you, politically correct liberal fags" sentiment.

>post thread about japanese cartoons on /co/
>whoa whoa whoa there why don't you take that over to /a/

>post thread about feminism on /lit/
>not feminist literature, just feminism
>yeah okay we'll talk about that i mean hey why not

How does it feel to be faggier than /co/, /lit/?

It's a start. I came here for criticisms on progress because of how harsh you guys are. People who seek sugar-coating on top of judgment can't call themselves serious. I don't know how this is going to end. That's probably a bad idea. I know "that" it's bad, but I need to know "why" it's bad.

>Five, and the world is collapsing in on itself. Not “the world” as we are often led to believe, mind you, but the world of my own doing. Heaven is a place where the monotony goes unquestioned. Closer to concepts surrounding nirvana than heaven... brief enlightenment which cannot be recalled.

>What’s out of my control fades in. The wee babies and the nitwits and the high-hoped do-no-gooders, they meet in a higher plane than familiar. Of course, those in such states can barely, if at all, manage to not get hit. You have to stay worldly if you want to stay in the world. There’s a sore on my finger, one that’s going to pain me all day. One that’s going to anchor me.

>I caught the 44 after a weighty breakfast. I probably should not have broken my fast. The sunrise is wonderful, but you know that. There’s a bearded KFC bowl nitwit to my front, a dour polka-dot gal fiddling with a gizmo to my left, and a window to my right. God only knows what was to my behind.

>I am a woefully untraveled man. It’s a shame, since travel is good for the temper. I usually haven’t the money for bus fare. I have too many situations in the base to ever wander across this vast nation. Travel is, inherently, a higher state. Some people find a glimpse of God or enlightenment or whatever names they have for it through prayer, some through indiscretion, and some through the simple act of moving from one place to another.

>Or it’s a trick! Travel breeds an insatiable appetite for itself! Meant for necessity and necessity alone... there was a Petaluma buttfuck and he told me that the journey isn’t as important as the destination in between coughing up a dread, a rugball. Motivation is key. Can’t find your journey without a drive.

>And fear, fear of wasting time on the path. Of having to go back and start over. Of admitting, I’ve hiked and hiked and wandered to, but I ain’t seen no candy.

>I cannot hitchhike without a knife. The spirit must be anchored by the flesh for as long as possible. Ten dollars, I need a level of security, and a ten is less of a hassle than a knife. At no direction of a falling pencil am I to be slashed by a madman or rammed by some handlebar tough. Stay back. I tell them to stay back. The fear caresses me when I leave myself in the hands of others. The news. It’s the news. The news knocks, incessant, and it keeps me alive, but it’s going to be the death of me.