/lit/ - Literature

>>19016873
Source?? Proof?!?!?

>>18558849
WHAT A FUCKING LEGEND IF TRUE OH MY GOD THIS IS A MAGICAL HUMAN BEING, I LOVE IT!

>>18537773
Day in Life
1: Wake up at 1 pm and think that it’s a good idea to lie back down, after a brief jerk. A short nap later, I wake up 10 times harder. It's already chaffed. This time around the person I thought about is all sweaty from finishing a morning run.

2: Stumble into the bathroom and take a shit. Without fail. Lift the soiled toilet paper off the bathroom floor and mop the ring-shaped shit stain. Shit. “I'll take it out on my mind,” I complain into the mirror. I'll mix and sniff some kind of cleaning solution. Fancy. But I settle for plain Ajax--that will do the trick.

3: Think about leaving the house to get groceries without actually leaving the house. This back and forth goes on for 2 hours. I jerk off 3 more times.

4: Finally, I head to the grocery store and risk having another anxiety attack because there are other people at Woolworths. Fuck I'm a pussy.

5: Get home and tell the mirror I'll use a few hours to “find” work but spend those hours drinking 4 bottles of sugar-free coke--it was on sale and the only type left--browsing internet porn. In finding the right video I lose all sense of time.

6: A few hours later, the mirror checks in. “How’s it going?” I say to it: “I’m still living.” But in reality, I’ve been fapping. Fapping over an open copy of The Myth of the Female Orgasm. The book isn’t the reason for the fap. I fap because it’s the best remedy for overthinking. It makes me sleepy.

7: Wake up from a nap at around 11 pm and decide it’s time to sniff again. After pacing around the apartment for a bit, I realize that my entire life is just an attempt to avoid pain. I jerk off.

8: Microwave "dinner" at around 2 am and have it over a glass of sugar-free coke though I hate aspartame. I’m only drinking it because it was on sale; but if I had the balls to steal, like my father, the better stuff would be free.

9: Waste an hour after "dinner" on 4chan with "friends." Before I know it, it’s after 3 am.

10: Lay down. Ruminating when you’re half-awake at 3.30 am is great because it short-circuits emotion. It's less intense. In most cases, I can’t even remember which event to relive...until I relive it again. Feeling sorry for myself. That, in a nutshell, is the pinnacle of my empathy.

11: 4 am. I crash into bed and immediately descend into a coma. Dreamless. By the time I wake up, there’s a missed opportunity to be a person. No missed calls. I jerk off thinking about an imaginary girlfriend with extra energy to burn after a morning run. I get up and it’s already 3.30 pm. For a "person" like me, anything that happens simply doesn’t exist.

12: Sniff.

>>18361634
>You don't have to know what good writing is to recognize Martin's writing as low quality
Uses the word "writing" redundantly while pontificating on quality of...writing.

>>18120596