/lit/ - Literature

>>11518727
Allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go.

Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn’t take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It’s clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother’s mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.

>>11518739
Quality.

>>11518727
BUT WHAT DO THE SKATER KIDS REPRESENT?

>>11518739
>orbits brittani venti

>>11518770
7/10. Promising but needs a bit of polish.

>>11518727
I am a virgin. I will die a virgin. I know this now, but my critical awareness of my state does nothing to releave me of its unrelenting crush upon the hollow wisp that can only in morbid sarcasm still be called my 'soul'. My virginity has become the gorgon against which all my faculties rise only to be turned to stone; for while I still feel the mind's unscrupulous lacerations and all that grieves the very fibers of its being. The spirit is dimmed each time a girl passes before the mechanism of sight that some pitiless god has glued to my body. Even the ugly, unshaven, modernity enthralled women with clowns' hair and bodies desecrated with tattoos which map out upon fastfood fed bodies the vapid cliches that coagulate to form their mind, even these paralyze the life in me. They are aletheia, and even a proxy-pixel-representation of one of them is enough to demolish my virgin-poisoned Dasein. I sit and reflect with the useless tool responsible for my current state, the vulgar self, how such circumstances could have come to be the reality of my life. Is it reality? My mind lacks the courage to fully accept it. There still some part, some childish part, that sits with a child's faith that one day I shall awaken from this nightmare which has slowly usurped the fairer fields that my existence once consisted of. Shall there be reconciliation? Will my virginity follow into that immaculate void that I know all Life, brief machination and jest of some sex-deranged demon, will inevitably resolve in? My humiliation slowly becomes seething hatred for all who embody that element of the opposite sex, and my soul's relentless cry for something beyond suicide slowly twists itself into ever more feverish fetishes that the internet can happily supply an outlet for. I am deformed and too demoralized to do anything about it. I shall die too late, for alas, I have lived.

ah, blood meridian, monsieur? that novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroya, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. we scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, pelancillo.

>>11518867
immensely depressing

world is a gay

>>11518768
> Hegel

Toppest of keks.

>>11518768
what's kant? too brainlet 2 undrestnd xd

>>11518768
I don't get the ones about Plato, Marx, Aristotele or Descartes
Pls help

>>11518934
You look at an object, but you see your own involuntary creation (a part of you so to speak) rather than the thing in itself.

>>11518964
The Deacartes one could mean thinking substance or animal spirits in the blood. Probably the first one since the second is far less known than the res cogitans.

>>11518876
>volunteers are the same as slaves
/lit/ - literature

>so you quit your job because they asked you to take mandatory training?
>...slow down, postmodern what now?

>>11518739
Blazed and redbilled

>>11518739
Joyce would be proud

>>11518964
I thought the Descartes one was referring to the piece of wax passage.

Marx I think refers to him turning Hegelian dialectics on its head.

Aristotle= Middle way.

No idea about plato.

>>11520748
Plato was a wrestler, his name literally means "wide."

>>11518727

>>11518768
someoen care to explain marx, derrida, and hobbes ?
am i correct to asume the derrida one is deconstructionism ?

>>11521095
>the page is blank
Good photo if it's ironic

>>11519053
>only the paid are exploited
/lit/ - literature

im going to post it until you like it

>>11521716
kek, he's right though

from the recent thread

>>11521716
i told you about the flux parmy
i told you

>>11521095
I cringed hard once I saw the spirits....

>>11519311
brilliant

Can someone post Zizeks? I know they've fallen out of favour but I need them.

>>11522351
i would prefer not to

>>11521716
>>11521758

It's true though. What is awful about the trolley problem is not its plurality, but its singularity.

>>11521095
whoever took this picture should be taken out back and shot

>>11522364
that's not from gothic REEEEEEEEEEE

>>11518805
>"i bet they didn't even shoplift them from barnes & noble"
Kekekekekekelectric
>me

>>11518768
i don't get hegel

>>11521716
based parmesan

>>11518867
wtf

>>11521104
you got it

>>11519311
This is so funny.

>>11519327

>>11518860
came all over my crocs

>>11522379
striking too many nerves eh fuckboy

>>11524368
No, I just don't like faggots

>>11518824
this should be our banner

>>11518919
good one

>>11519311
kekd

>>11521727
lel saved

>>11522938
this has potential

i laughed more than expected wih this thread

>>11522364
based