/lit/ - Literature

(OP here. It's not part 2 anymore, we're at part 3 of the "ANOTHER" novel.)

SUCK MY DICK N.I.G.G.E.R

Said JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJessica, one of the Lieutenant-General of the N.I.G.G.E.R. Associates.

"SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT RHODESIAN DICK YOU CHEAP CRACKER SLUTS. I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF DEALING WITH YOUR BULLSHIT. ESPECIALLY THOSE KHAKI SHORTS THEY'RE FUCKING AWFUL. GO FUCK YOURSELF EVERYONE. IMMA GO WATCH SOME TWITCH STREAM AND CRACK SOME ARIZONA AND SMOCK SOME WEED AND FINGER MYSELF IN ORDER TO GET OFF THE EDGE. I'M SO FUCKING PISSED AND SHIT."

"Wow, geez, JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJessica, you don't need to be this angry", reponded KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKatherine Gray, Propagandist in chief of the N.I.G.G.E.R. Accounting Department...and ex-wife of Peter Griffin.

Meanwhile, in Antarctica :

Wait a minute, we have a special announcement to make.

>>18612156
Damn it’s cold, shieeeeeeet

we have located the hidden Nazi bunker, Hitler is alive and well

That's okay. I've killed Hitler by killing myself.
You know why?
Because I was Hitler all along.

sir, your uber is here
what should i tell him?

uhhhhh

I have terrible entry-level taste in all media.

"Naxalite," said Herbert. "Wasn't that the term that OP used in the "/lit/ writes a novel" thread?"
"Yes, I remember," responded Anne.
"That guy was a massive faggot. Albeit no one cared about his retarded thread, he went into other people's threads and shilled it."
"God, how pathetic. He sounds gay AND homosexual! In this case, the old axiom certainly holds true: OP is a massive faggot."
The sun dawned over /lit/huania, and all based anons hid OP's dumb little thread. And but so, all was well.

Hit ler (formerly hit her). Yes right, jokes about violence. Not funny, I agree. Ifunny.

Ifunny. ha-ha

I love women. Honestly, the most beautiful creatures of this earth. If it's (anything) done without love then it is wrong. Simple as (*yikes* is that a meme?).

but do you even know what a meme is? you should dive into the Tal-mood kid.. you can thank me later.

later.. (post made by)

A shinning red dot in the sky.

A UFO... or maybe it was just a FO, or maybe just a IFO, who knows.

Anyway, it was flying right towards

"Who the fuck is Herbert?"
"I dunno. What are you talking about"
(beat)
"You're not going to stare at your Quarter Pounder all day, huh?"
"Huh....no. You can take my fries, if you want to."
(gives fries)
"Thanks." (munches on fries, but stops) "Holy shit."
"What?"


"...You forgot the mayonnaise."

>>18612360
>m'ayyy on naise
what did he mean by that

A man wearing a coonskincap walked up to the recoption desk and asked the recptionsist "

"Umm, hello. Is this the based department, or did I take a wrong turn at the cringe intersection?"
The receptionist responds with a puzzled look and an awkward silence.

but in the back of his mind he remembers, as waking from a deep sleep, that this man is his uncle who has a secret name. The one only they two know

>>18612418
He remember him chopping off his cock after a humiliating encountering with a trap that he wanted to suck. He has preserved his cock meat in the jar so when he think about getting married he contemplates his cock jar. All of these foggy memories of distant events and faces push him towards a nocturnal gutter of the Being.

>>18612108
mom

>>18612466
go sniff jenkem retar. Don't answer me or my son ever again.

All of a sudden the loudest fart ever came abursting from starboard.

The man, who was still wearing his coonskincap, covered his snaphearingearingears and stopped breething through his noughtnonose.

Starboard.
Do I have any m'ayyy on naise on you?
Do you have any m'ayyy on naise on me?

m'ayyy on naise
Mary On Naise
Mary On Ness
...Chloé Sévigny.

It was the story of Peter Griffin (A.K.A. [B]eter Grifter in an alternate story line), still suffering of his stroke after years of eye-catching TV dinners. But now, we're moving to the deep inner struggle of reknown succubus Chloé Sévigny, 46, better known for her tenure as general manager of the Cartoon Slut House and her role in the 2003 masterpiece Brown Bunny, as the Big "Chungus" Golden Brown Bunny : a giant, golden brown CGI bunny with her face transposed on it.

>Where have you just come back from?

"Hell. I really liked it. I was a guest of the Prada walk – and they are people who know their way around the void-def-trap pits! The Styx river was amazeballs too! I was only there two nights, on a strict itinerary. I like being told where to go; I’m not good when I have to figure stuff out myself. That’s the best kind of relaxation for me. You know... walking barefoot on firepits. Raping the souls of Muslims and pedos. Maiming myself with burning iron. The less decision-making I do, the better."

>Where in the world have you felt happiest?

"Hollywood, just walking the streets. It’s the familiarity, the sense of home, the history I have with the town, knowing how to get around and where everything is… I find a lot of comfort and joy in all of that. Will I ever not live here? No, I don’t imagine so. I'm dreading for the day California will dry up by the sea. Especially since I've broke up with Vincent. He used to beat me with a Hefty trash bag... but despite all of that, I think we’re in it for the long-haul, me and Hollywood."

>Name a place that most lived up to the hype.

"The Fortress of the Becker Bayard Cecil Mountains in Eastern Rhodesia. I took a bunch of friends and splurged insane amounts because I’d just finished a TV job where I had got paid all this money. We stayed in the Vagilla (a villa shaped like a vagina), where they cooked all our fetal meals (that's OUR little secret, tee-hee) and we had our own private golf club. It was very privileged and extravagant, but it definitely lived up to the general hype. The girls from the N.I.G.G.E.R. Associates are dead on, except JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJessica Michaels. She's like, a bitch, uknowhayamsayin."

>Describe a memory from a childhood holiday.

"It was... complicated. We were taking some time in Paris, Florida. I was lounging at the nearby pool, but my parents went back at the location. I was waiting for them underwater, for quite a few days, until i grew impatient and went back inside the bungalow. This is where I've seen (and you're not going to believe this) MY DAD AND MOM IN DOGGY-STYLE!!! They have been doing this for at least a week!! How incredible!! It happened last year."

>Well fuck you Chloé. Fuck you for everything.

"Well, fuck you too. By the way, my name is spelled "Chloë", you cheap fuck".

STOP READING STOOOOOOOP READING THEY'RE ON TO YOU THEY'RE ON TO YOU AND THEY LAUGH AT YOU OH THOU ROTTEN MEAT PUPPET OF INFINTE STRINGS YOU'RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL FOR ETERNITY NO /b/TARD WILL SURVIVE FROM THE CULT OF SINISTER

"the poster above me is completley correct, it is a waste of time to be reading this." said the coonskincapnostrilman taking a piss on a bush whilst his dog stares at him

The coonskincapnostrilman gotta thrown on ya his Scooby-Doo's (these are shoes by the way)

“Sir, this is the police department.”

"Good, I'd like to file a complaint about a man who was commiting a public urination offence"

>>18612556
"Haven't you fucking heard me faggot?" He replied to police officer
"I am here to file a case against that predator cat who ate my prey, the parrot , yes the green baby parrot, in one go. What a brutal pussy. That was my prey, I have loved to put him in a 3x3 cage for the rest of his life. But that fucking pussy did him a favour and ate the parrot, yes the green baby parrot, in one go. Now file the complaint against pussy for eating my chance to abuse a the baby parrot or I am gonna kill myself right here."

>>18612508
But the memore bubbled up the suppressed: his secret name was sh'naise. But every one of his friends (or better to clarify: internet acquaintances, as friendship was ontologically de-legitimized) called him simply Shnees. As in blowing up your ass. (Duke's Nukem&Hadouken).

It was his birth day. Or should I say birds.. 'grey goo, perhaps a shit', he thought. 'Gray bird really naughty boi. The car down there looks absolutely shitted'. Freud? I never spent serious amount of my time learning all that, it always reeked of unholiness.

"Sir, pussy is a respected member of our community if your allegations are true then his reputation is severly undermined" saidthe policeman but he was not genuin aboot helping the fellow cos his insin sincertainty could break up a wo rd in to t wo p a r t s but that wasn't all the shenanigans he wouold get away with ror the rest or the ray oh nbow he would go onjto ocnspiure conspire ocnspirotaiuxly against both coonskincapnostrilman and the bloke with the deceased green parrot

The parrot was a whole another story. Not simply green but supergreen like a chemical jelly or a drawing from an exaggerated children's cartoon snivel. One of the kind, one could say. The ancient Talmudic legend has it about his origin (story) that he was the one Noah has pushed away from his ark. 'Sorry, I already have a parrot. He can tap dance under the rainbow flag. Can you?', were the last words thrown to a denied, miserable creature. Cursed, he cried many tears that made him green as that green corrupted humidity, mold. He flew away to the highest mountain to wait oer the flod. And after twas over, he rambled the earth dreaming of cherry parrot puccy. Ages have passed and he has forgotten becoming just a normal bird in a zoo.

And then he hearkened the words spoken mediumistically by the p'ol ice man. Like a flash of lightning. The call from..the origin:

'Sir pussy respis a ected mef oumber omor cmunity'

I don't won't to live anymore

>>18612813
'I don't, won't to live any more', said coonskincapnostrilman, 'than to not live ever more.'

'NEVERMORE', whistled the parrot in a pirate pitch of his voice.

>>18612813
said the parrot, luckily the parrot was already dead he just didn't realise it yet
Meenwoole, coonskincapnostrilman was trekking across the brekking (which is a field in Woking, Surrey) to get to the police officer

coonskincapnostrilman got stuck in the jungle of cyberpubes

this thread low key better than all of the rest threads on '''literature''' (not lit era of caricature). I want more.

>>18612813
said Chloë & Lara Croft, as they were hanging over the largest titanium pole in existence (30 miles and 8 inches in total), located within Shanghai. Zercon was at the top of it...he was indeed one flagpole sitter.

-"How are you doin', girls?" he said. "One day, you'll end up like me."
-"SH-SHUT UP YOU BASTARD!!", the two women shouted in exasperation.
-"AHHHH CHLOË I'M LOSING CONTROL", screamed Lara as her body burnt to her death while slipping at a speed of almost 53 miles per second.
-"AH MY GOD, LARA, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" replied Chloë, as a giant thundercloud was approaching the pole.
-"AHHHH GET OUT GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID CLOUD, THIS IS WORSE THAN THE TIME I HAD TO JUMP AT THE POOL IN THE FORTRESS WHILE IT WAS EMPTIED!!!!". She flicked her hand as a way to distract the cloud, but it didn't pay attention.
-"NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-"
-"Hey, careful down here, I'm trying to get some sleep", Zercon answered.
-"AH MY GAHD FVEVVFVEFDVEFEVFVSBV". She was electrocuted by the shock of the lightning bolts and died on the spot.
Zercon smiled and wheezed.
-"Life is pretty fine as an ignorant blissing fool."

(OP here : bump thread for exposure.)

Suddenly

Lucidity

get me out. im stuck in a prison of my own making, every day I browse these image boards. No, browse isnt even the right word, I'm trapped. This is a prison, a time prison, a spacetime prison, where flesh melts away and the mind aimlessly wanders a 1920x1080 flat surface of off white boxes and text, full of information that is as superficial as it is engaging.

I AM A BRAIN IN A JAR

I AM A BRAIN IN A JAR

I SPEND MY DAYS CONSUMING

SOON I WILL KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW, ABOUT ALL THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT

SOON I WILL KNOW ALL THAT YOU CAN BE RIGHT ABOUT AND ALL THAT YOU CAN BE WRONG ABOUT

THIS IS THE PRECUSOR TO THE BIRTH OF A NEW WORLD

THE UNIVERSE LEARNING ALL THAT IT IS, CONSUMING ITSELF AS BITS AND LITTLE LEDS SYMBOLOGISING ALL THAT IT IS AND ALL THAT IT ISNT AND ALL THAT IT EVER COULD BE

I AM AN EGG, THE UNIVERSAL EGG
I WILL CONTINUE EATING UNTIL THIS WORLD, OF WHICH I AM BUT A FRACTION OF CONSUMES ITSELF

AND OUT OF THE EMBRYO THAT IS MY MIND A NEW WORLD WILL BE BORN, EXPLODING OUT OF ME LIKE A NEW BIG BANG

I CAN FEEL IT, IT WONT BE LONG NOW

IT'S HAPPENING

UUUOOOOOOHHHHHHH

CUNNY

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The door is opened, it's United States Army general Sneed F. Seed

Famous quotes of late American-Italian movie director Vincent "Smug" Gallo (1961-2044)

>"I'm not a natural leader. I'm too intellectual; I'm too abstract; I think too much."
-1987, Buffalo, NYC, State of New-York-

>"WE WON, WE WON EVERYTHING, FUCK THE DONKEYS"
-1994, during the GOP Revolution, San Antonio, Arizona, near the Viacom HQ-

>"Until someone is prepared to lay out the systemic problem, we will simply go through cycles of finding corruption, finding a scapegoat, eliminating the scapegoat, and relaxing until we find the next scandal."
-July 24, 1998, Miami, Texas during the shooting of "Buffalo '66". On the same day, James "James" James and a sexy McDonald's waitress were shot down at the US Capitol, Washington DC.-

>"SUCK MY DICK, BITCH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JOHN, YOUR GUITAR MUST BE LOUDER AND PLAYED BACKWARDS YOU HEROIN FUELLED RICK JEWBIN MOTHERFUC-"
-2003, somewhere in the American South-Western desert during the shooting of "The Brown Bunny".-

>"We're standing beneath our long-time pal, Ron. He used to be one of us. He used to be there, hopping like the morning lamb in the plains of red, white and blue. His name will be remembered. We shall pray for him, from this day on. All hail Ron. (face is red of tears, starts crying on casket)"
-2004, at the private funerals of Ronald Wilson Reagan, Big Sur, California.-

>"Should the Catholic Church find itself discriminated against by the Obama administration on key delivery of services because of the bias and the bigotry of the administration? I heard that on Newsmax."
-2011, home of Vincent Gallo, Hollywood, in the middle of a failed interview with Vice Magazine and after taking 6 pills of Xanax and 6 cans of Heineken beer. He often threw up on the tapes, CDs, LPs, Betamaxes and cereal boxes he used to hoard.-

>"FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, FUCK YOU BILLY, FUCK YOU LAYLA, FUCK BOHACK, FUCK JEAN-MICHEL, FUCK MY PARENTS, FUCK THE GRAND PRIX, FUCK CHRIS, FUCK ASIA, FUCK EVERYONE, FUCK YOU SO MUCH, BUT MOST OF ALL, FUCK YOU CHLOË FUCK YOU SO MUC-"
-2044, on his deathbed, at the Motion Picture & Television Hospital for the Dying and the Mentally Ill, Mulholland Drive, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California-

ONE WAY
ONE WAY
a gib sighn shtood infront of our coonskincapnostrilman. Course of the only way from gynjghle gymnasium jungle is wrong way done one way street; t'would be a retards games; but as fate would have it coonskincapnostrilman was so desperate for a piss and alas! there was a sufficent lack of luck foor toilets in the cyberpubesjugnle making him choose the one way sistem out of despertionaltion
ONE WAY
ONE WAY

OR ANOTHER
IM GONNA FIND YOU
IM GONNA GET YOU GET YOU GET YOU GET YOU

Ingredients

HONEY DOUGHNUTS:
2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast
2 tablespoons lukewarm water
3/4 cup warm milk
2 1/2 tablespoons melted butter
1 egg
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 3/4 cups flour
1 teaspoon vanilla
GLAZE:
1/3 cup melted butter
2 cups confectioners' sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/3 cup hot water
1 teaspoon honey

Details

Servings -1
Preparation time 60mins
Cooking time 80mins
Preparation
Step 1

DOUGHNUTS:
Mix yeast in 1 cup of the flour, add sugar.

Combine water, milk, melted butter, and egg in the mixer. Add the flour mixture and blend well about 3 minutes. Add vanilla, salt and remaining flour. The dough should be quite soft, but not sticky.

Cover the dough and let rise until double in a warm oven: Preheat the oven to 200°F, place a loaf pan filled halfway with boiling water in the oven. Shut oven off. Dough has risen enough when an indentation remains when you poke it.

On a heavily floured surface, roll dough out 1/2-inch thick and cut out the donuts using a donut cutter dipped in flour. Let the donuts and holes rise/set for 15 minutes.

In the meantime, heat up the oil for frying, 3 to 4 inches deep. The oil needs to be about 360°F in order to prevent it from saturating the dough. A drop of dough should sizzle.

Fry for approximately 60 seconds each side, turning only once. Remove from hot oil, place on paper towels, and cool for 5 to 7 minutes before glazing.

GLAZE:
Combine butter, confectioners sugar, vanilla, honey and hot water in a small bowl, blending until smooth.

Dunk the donuts into the glaze.

Serve them with a fresh Orange Blossom Special.

"Thats cool but tell me how to make gabagool" said an interesting listener

"Oh shit, we're not doing the Sopranos, are we?"
(checks notebook)
"Uhh... yeah, I can confirm to the superiors we're not doing the Sopranos."

IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN

OH MY GOD IT REALLY IS HAPPENING AGAIN

A cock. A massive cock. A massive throbbing cock. A massive throbbing black cock. A massive huge throbbing black cock. A massive huge throbbing smelly black cock. A massive huge throbbing juicy smelly black cock. A massive huge throbbing juicy smelly delicious black cock. A massive huge cumloaded throbbing juicy smelly delicious black cock. An impressively massive huge cumloaded throbbing juicy smelly delicious black cock. An impressively massive tingling huge cumloaded throbbing juicy smelly delicious black cock. An impressively massive rock-hard tingling huge cumloaded throbbing juicy smelly delicious black cock. An impressively massive rock-hard tingling huge cumloaded throbbing juicy smelly delicious hairy black cock. An impressively massive rock-hard tingling huge cumloaded throbbing immense juicy smelly delicious hairy black cock. A monumentally impressive massive rock-hard tingling huge cumloaded throbbing immense juicy smelly delicious hairy black cock. A monumentally impressive massive rock-hard tingling huge cumloaded throbbing immense juicy smelly delicious hairy black cock.

Peter Griffin COCK

A story that is over 40,000 words is generally considered a novel. However, it will be on the short side, as the average length of a novel hovers around 50,000-70,000 words.

That said, if your book is around 40,000 words, you're in good company. C.S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and George Orwell's Animal Farm all came in under the 40,000 mark (38,421 words, 30,644 words, and 29,966 words, respectively).

But before you celebrate and race to send your manuscript off to the presses as a novel, there's something else that you should consider. Whether a word count is "enough" for a novel depends on one thing and one thing only: its genre.

The genre of this novel can be described as the following:

Postpostpost-modernist take on

It feels as though experience is now detached from local context, meaning there is no particularly "unique" experience a Frenchman has that an Englishman doesn't. There is no country with a unique culture, it is all a blue of vague office work, supermarkets, rental apartments, online dating, posting on some kind of forum. Furthermore, while Zola or Orwell could visit a poor area and give voice to the voiceless, portraying their lives with empathy and acute observational skills, these voiceless people now express themselves online rendering their representation by an outsider irrelevant. It is no coincidence that women now dominate the list of newly published books (something like 95% of new novels are published by females), considering that the topic of sex is now the only means to captive a jaded, weary, atomised audience, ideally if the sex is nominally taboo (e.g., BDSM) which is particularly of interest to superficially edgy young women who want to self-insert as the awkward, frumpy girl who nonetheless attracts Chad ("w-what could he see in little old me?") and experiences Serious Emotional Turmoil in her feelings towards him. All but the most aesthetically pleasing, extroverted, marketable (to females) male Chad writers are now cast aside much in the same way most men are now cast aside in the job market or in dating. For every Knausgaard who makes it (with the help of female publishers and marketing assistants etc, who would all love to fuck him) there are two hundred depressed, solitary, resentful beta males who can't hope to publish their historically intriguing, or otherwise distinct (if somewhat autistic) novels. What does the modern man even experience any more? Definitely not sex, likely just living with his parents or in a rented room, going to some soul-crushing job where he is forced to act meekly and subserviently to his female manager (who treats him like a pitiful, naive younger brother), and sperging out over the internet in his free time in the hope that some form of societal collapse is imminent. That is, the white male author. There are of course plenty of non-white authors who on the one hand strike a pose as being masculine and having nothing to do with those boring old white guys in ivory towers, but on the other hand write copiously about the tragedy of walking into a town which has been 99% white for millenia and being looked at a bit funny (which wouldn't happen should a white man take a trip through Tanzania, of course). The novel is dead. Culture is dead. Society is dead. The best you can do is isolate yourself, hoard money, and watch with bitterness as everything collapses around you.

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKatherine Gray, often wearing a Grace Jones-like 80's tuxedo and bearing a platinum-blonde pompadour, was arrested once by the Jackson County Police in Missouri for

Once you fully understand that, and the postpostpost-modernist take on it, you will have and idea of the genre of this novel

We call this genre

Postpostpostpost-modernist.
It's so meta, we're not even sure if we make any sense.

It's like calling a cat:
psstpsstpsstpsstpsstpsstmodernist

You think I want to be willfully entered into the annals of dirt-cheap internet micro-history? I’d rather bomb a cruise ship, release the water slides from their slavery

Or in a more technical term, the genre is : Hitlerian semi-burgerpunk dadaist comic-book-isque adventure in a postpostpost-modernist style that relfects proletariat anti-communist Anarcho-primavist spirit with anti-Semitic, racist and experimental undertones that are filtered through a melange of hyper intellectualism and anti-education message

Basically

FUCK MAKING SENSE, MAKING SENSE IS FOR NIGGERS AND KIKES

ANYWAY, BACK TO SNEED

A black Manx pussy drags on, looking at the continous fire hole of Hell. She struts and peaks at the desolated souls on fire. She gets nearer a lava wooden jacuzzi. There's a name scribbled in one of the planks : "belongs to Chloë and the Eastern Rhodesian Club -aka N.I.G.G.E.R Associates-".
But by accident, one of her paws lend on a red glowly button, that activiated the tar bubbles and lava proceeding. The poor pussy falls into the jacuzzi and tries to

Dab on Zoroastrian

NIGGERS

mythology, in hopes of

Resurrecting

the lost cock of

Backseat Betty, Sneed's Big Red Hen

But lo

-fi beats to study and relax to

Started playing as

the illustrious patriotic English Aryan clone-daughter Cammy White made her comeback (i mean, damn, she really is a supremacist).

And by comeback, I mean that

(i mean, bruh, that bish be wearing that family name IN HIGH)
(i mean, dayum, she hate niggas...really. it's not a joke. i ain't kidding. i know mah shiet, nigga)

so she started to do what every white woman does: fuck dogs.

MAY GOD RISE FROM THE ABYSS

9 times world championship winning Dog, "Flifferkin bitesniggers III" was balls deep in her fertile pussy and she said "

hey, this reminds me of that time

Allah

made me do the same thing, in his space harem."

The thick smell of

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(DID YOU GUYS GET THE PUN)

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"I think we've set a world record" said the bogdog; who's name is retarded as he took a faptop and googled:

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"PEETAHHHHH! MEG IS CALLING 911!! DON'T MOVE, THE AMBULANCE IS COMING!!!"

The corpse of the Novelist was not moved, and it would be days until it would be found again

Peter Griffin was ejaculating from a stroke

Thick cum

>>18614127
[B]epis Guitarhero a platonic form (solid gold)

ran like the notes in Beethoven's 9th symphony (Beethoven was a dog man)

Solid Gold is a grain-inclusive dry dog food using a notable amount of named meat meals as its dominant source of animal protein, thus earning the brand 4.5 stars. However, due to it's apparent lower meat content, we cannot recommend the Holistique Blendz formula.

Said

God, inbetween bites of

a post-Carnatic tabla/tempura drone, fuming across crying diamonds and/or alternative jewels.

Naxalite? More like, Lasalite.
Lasalite? More like, Vaseline.
Vaseline? More like,

>>18614223
Highly potent sex lubricant designed for highly potent sex

There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole,
There's a hole,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,

He halted out of curiosity before a shop-window to look at a picture representing a handsome woman, who had thrown off her shoe, thereby baring her whole foot in a very pretty way; whilst behind her the head of a man with whiskers and a handsome moustache peeped through the doorway of another room.

>>18614304
He turned around and ran away and saw a saw and divided into a river. Midair on his dive he opened his mouth by seperating his lips and said

I'm swimming so cheerfully. I'm at the bottom of moving on up for downing upwards, not a front. The water is finally Cristal "Pepsi" Clear (CPC) at the top of me. I'm holding the last bubbles of my mouth. My mouth is such a welcoming place. The Protocole waves at me like a ripple of laughter. A bunch of suits, with nobody inside salute me with their ghastly gloves. The sky is a deep ocean blight. The head is resting out from the way up. Up, up, up, up.
The bottom however is getting darker. So dark. You cain't see a damn thing in here. I have my memories and close my pupils after the bliding test. Lift to the gallows. Elevator to the scaffold. The salt is burning my throat. My ribs. My head. The top of the sea roof crashes...i'm falling down, down, down, down. DOWN

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A shadow comes in and says:

>>18612108
Dude you should read Industrial Society and Its Future by the Unabomber

BOOM GOES THE CARTOON SLUT HOUSE

(Now, it's time for a detailed depiction of the burning and severely mangled bodies of our favourite cartoon whores! Ready, set, GO!!!!)

Cartoon whore #1's previously stylish shirt now had turned to dust. His trowsers were torn and frayed and his pants, gone completley; you could see his fried red penis pointing out, saying hello ashamedly because it was a but bit burnt

What about Cartoon Whore #2, you may ask? Well...

We're not gonna talk about here. Never gonna happen.

George Floyd monkeyishly raped his way through an entire crowd of white women.

It was in 1999, a year after his criminal gundown of James "James" James and the McDonald's waitress. At that time, he was Public Enemy #1.

Here's the list of women he started to rape at the Cartoon Slut House.

I SAID HERE’S THE LIST OF WOMEN HE STARTED TO RAPE AT THE CARTOON SLUT HOUSE, BACK IN 1999.

IT'S DEFINITELY HAPPENING

1. Me

2. Rule 63 Hitler (this is a big reveal)

3. NIGGER

4. That chick behind the counter at the grocery store that sniles and makes you feel loved for just s moment before you realize she's just being nice because it's her job, but still you continue to go back when she works just to she her smile, but in cartoon form

(my nigga needs some bussy, holy shit)

5. The uwubomber(convicted of 6 counts of domestic terrorism uwu)

6. The Noid

7. Marge Simpson

(The fact we're numbering these all but guarantees that someone is going to number two people as the same number, when that happens it means they are canonically the same person from now on)

7. Marge Simpson

8. Anne Frank (ex-wife of Anon)

And then he woke up.

9. Minamoto no Raikou from Fate

10. The Tranny that woke up(he/him)

7. Marge Simpson

Is anyone compiling this -said the gay man while sucking a big fat hot dog covered in saurkraut and mustard and all kinds of tangy things -id like to read the two threads

Things were done, as they had to be done for some practical purpose, in the simplest way. The bread and wine were brought when the moment came at which they were wanted, the lessons were read in a loud voice from a convenient place whence they could be heard, and everyone sat down to listen. Only we may naturally suppose that things were done decently and reverently, that gradually and inevitably signs of respect were made. All ritual grew naturally out of these purely practical actions, just as vestments evolved out of ordinary dress.

And then he realised...
It was all a dream

Peter Griffin was beyond this world, he was in

sane

>>18616907
was in hell as far as he could tell. <<Well, I may as ring the hell bell>>

Trout spinning grinning hissing spitting sitting on a biting lighting frightening spirit heightening epitaph that controls the stars of mars that cars travel made of plutonium bars far from this world of ours - and this was the end of the great slate journey, the one he sings in rhyme so sublime in its prime the glory of time sparkled down from the heavens. It was no joke when he spoke the bloke he bespoke of pokes that roam the oaks of Canterbury. Beware them for they seek to end its sin the one that grins like the trout who's spout gleams such as a whale, fearsome whale has its own brain blown like a angry depressed ravaged man in his late of age of glory, no story to tell but the one of his late fish, the one he caught and taught to flop like the symphonies of Bach, great genius musician of the world 2100 years prior to this date, as told by the slate. This is no ordinary day it is today for my daughter will slay the fondness of her lover's heart it is bleeding like the the hole I am

THE BLIMP is flying in a frying sky its sly knowing that I am a poet from out of time - a color is composed of six rings all silver, yellow, kissing and maximum inner ugly, goodnight religious bed echoing my goodness into your abstractions, I am forming a path to the center of the bridge of keys somewhere in the sea of bees, a chain of little things like computer animals socializing with space and complexities while it decides to eat out her lower triangle, but only symbolically so it was appropriate, but somehow like nowhere, no one wants to care, for there are versions of introversion that find peace only in perversions, somehow accessible in the newly founded state of the modern state and its general condition reflected in its GREAT GOLDEN SACRED SLATE

Continuing from the subsection involving the majestic nature of the poet's SLATE, a sacred artifact sent away into the African bush sometime 230,000 years prior to Gamiheades arrival, it was found sometime later by a bushman named Saryl, also known as Paryl of the Maryl, he produced a gnarly production of barley and fed a kingdom many pounds in so receiving many pounds and was allowed the invention of rounds by his great knowledge that he used to mow down the hounds freeing himself from the captivity of Babylon and the animals, his upbringing led his people dominion over the animals, lowering their status into a part of nothingness, only tools like the jewels they derived from the jews, yes the Jews those certain people from other places like the rivers of the other places they were races but only faces glued on like a harmonica

Like a NIGGER's Harmonica

instrument, of the slate, holy instrument, can he make, the plate, serve us right, not too much on a grape's sight, of his own, he has a bone, like a dog, or a frog, I know that a tree is a log. special one, he reads this poem, I'm just a foam. go on to roam, the seas are still, like canvas is a pill. paint your way, into the sun. its a big ball of sun. its gas. the gas is a post, from outer circles.

"Pee is stored in the balls," the author thought. All he could think about was hairy, wrinkly balls.

Darkness, like wet clay's bite, breathing softly into the night. The lips of blossoms that ire the grasp, the holding fist and the clenched ass.

No Pee is stored in the heart, this obvious, everyone should know this

"No," I said. "Pee needs to be in the balls for the balls to function. YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

I went for a walk to calm down. A magpie flew in front of me. "Fucking IDIOT!"

"pee is stored in the stomach" chirped the magpie

Rage stirred me to action. I tried to kick the magpie. It simply hopped aside and cocked its head with interest as I slipped on the muddy ground. I cradled my head. "You IDIOT!"

I began to cry like a bitch ass nigga

All the niggas living on the street come out to laugh. "Look at this bitch ass nigga layin in the mud cryin and shiiiiiet homie!" "AYO! Ain't this nigga been on MTV? I swear to GOD mang!"

NOTE: the author is a different character from the Novelist

I stand up. "SHUT UP! YOU IDIOTS! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!"

>>18617181
Author's note: the novelist is my self-insert

>>18617190
I wish I was dead for being so damned meta

I wish I wasn't addicted to sniffing wood.

*sniffs wood*

"Mein gott... I have a boner. This wood has given me WOOD!"

Peter Griffin

has a boner too!

(Cool!)

>>18617215
Peter, a griffin just flew over my house

Let's get it and fuck it together, me, the author, and you, peter griffin

Jesus Christ, who was among them, shook his head. "Forgive them Father," he said, looking heavenward, "they know not what they do."

So Jesus left, he had better things to do

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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

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they are vitamin d pills retard

I refused to go out in the sun and the doctor had prescribed it since my micronutrients indicated that I needed more vitamin D

Fuck the sun,

I knew what it really was, it was

a niggerfier why do you think people have darker skin when they get exposed to the sun?

THE CRACKER / MANLET PARADIGM, a societal essay on systemic racism/sexism in America by Barbara Rossenberg

PROLOGUE:
In popular discourse, ‘cracker fragility’ is invoked to illuminate everything from the reactions of liberal feminists who often fuck dogs on Twitter (i.e : Lara Croft and Cammy White) to police violence against unarmed niggers and (when paired with its companion concept, ‘male fragility’) the election of mentally-challenged and failed Jewish billionaire Ronald Reagan. However, the precise nature of fragility remains somewhat unclear—what is it that all of these cases have in common? In this essay, I offer a unifying analysis of fragility, both for crackers and for manlets. I build on Robin DiAngelo’s original articulation of the concept and Whitecomb, et al.’s work on intellectual humility to argue that cracker and manlet fragility is a disposition to epistemic arrogance by whites and/or men with respect to the domains of racist and sexist oppression, and why race mixing could be the answer to this paradigm. Those with white and male fragility believe that they occupy a privileged epistemic position in these areas because they are crackers and/or manlets. After establishing fragility as an instance of an epistemic vice, I broaden my normative analysis by examining its impact and function. Drawing on Dotson’s work, I show that fragility is a form of epistemic violence that silences those marginalized on the basis of race and/or sex.

CHAPTER 66 : THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF CRACKERS

North American suburban crackers live in a social environment that protects and in-sulates them from race-based stress. This insulated environment of racial protection builds cracker expectations for racial comfort while at the same time lowering the ability to tolerate racial stress, leading to what I refer to as "Cracker Fragility". Cracker Fragility is a state in which even a minimum amount of racial stress becomes intolerable, triggering a range of defensive moves. These moves include the outward display of emotions such as anger, fear, and guilt, and behaviors such as argumentation, silence, and leaving the stress-inducing situation. These behaviors, in turn, function to reinstate racial equilibrium in favor of nasty crackers and/or manlets. This paper explicates the dynamics of Cracker Fragility. Here's a proper "mise-en-scène":

I, Barbara, am a Cracker. I am standing beside a Black qween. We are facing a group of Crackers who are seated in front of us. We are in their workplace, and have been hired by their employer to lead them in a dialogue about race. The room is filled with tension and charged with hostility. I have just presented a definition of racism that includes the acknowledgment that crackers hold social and institutional power over people of color. A fat, greasy cracker is pounding his fist on the table. His face is red and he is furious. As he pounds he yells, “Crackers have been discriminated against for 25 years! A cracker can’t get a fucking job anymore!” I rub my hands vigorously. I look around the room and see 40 employed people, all crackers. Something is happening here, and it isn’t based in the racial reality of the workplace. I am feeling unnerved by this man’s disconnection with that reality, and his lack of sensitivity to the impact this is having on my co-facilitator, the only person of color in the room. Why is this cracker manlet so angry? Why is he being so careless about the impact of his anger? Why are all the other crackers either sitting in silent agreement with him or tuning out? This, ladies and gentlemen, is a prime example of the cracker/manlet paradigm.

(a series of drones come in)

TAKE YOUR SCHIZOPHRENIA PILLS BECAUSE BECAUSE UHHHH IT'S GOOD FOR YOU

B-B-B-BUT THE VOICES SAID I SHOULDN'T

YOUR VOICES ARE CORRECT I'M A TOOL OF THE STATE TO REPRESS THE POWERS OF SCHIZOCHADS

If Giga Schizo Shrigma males had not been sent into the world simultaneously with Basedboy cuck Redditors in order to counterbalance them, so to speak, in the spirit of the age, the latter would have been haunted like a nightmare many an aspiring mind and would have oppressed it with great affliction. But now the two have an infinitely wholesome effect from opposite directions and will probably raise the absolute spirit to a height surpassing even that of antiquity

schizochads when

based boy when
Here it is, the schizochad/autistic basedboy paradigm.

>>18617713
Needs more honkey in the text.

Does anyone want some honey-filled glazed doughnuts? Just like the test of Yah's very own Nectar (oh as i should say, McKenna's Spirit Juice), they taste like

asinine thoughts. and fauna decline.

There are two species of man, those that fear death and those that don't. Why u think soldiers often commit suicide once they are discharged, but not before?
Breakfast with the dirt cult

I think a lot of us would be less depressed if we had the kind of full-time 9-5 skilled manual labour jobs that used to exist before those jobs started getting outsourced to China et al.
Now all we're left with are warehouse night-shifts, "flexi" delivery contracts, call centres, and care work in which we look after the cunts who robbed us of a future as they're going senile.
Work can be positive if it's good work. The trend is increasingly towards the kind of soul destroying drudgery and lack of income security that can drive a person to the brink of madness.

(OP here : baby, bump me one more time)

Why is everything so hot and dark around me? What's going on?

WHY ME
WHY ME
WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OH MY GOD I'M SPEEDING

I was born on the concrete side of the fire pit
We be ballin in places you never seen
Smokin' the ganja, Frankincense
Drunk GOATs can't not resist
A circle, a figure, somethin' like that
Tried to stay vigiliant priest for All Hallows' Eve
Tried to throw my soul for hell-raisers
Mutts rain can change my destiny
Double-headed monsters with a mountain of their own, patched with their decayed parts
Got my Glock Cherri Pop on, so you motherfuckers know
Furies burning hot like fallen angels
The cartoon whores, tongue down, face up, starting up their belly dances
Have a poked eye and a painful grin for their face
The object of my own desire, don't move bitch
I want to dry the sweat of their land
And the sluts? a harmed slit cunt for steak's sake
You wanna party? Well, rince it up
I got a friend in November, never saw him for Xmas
He might be on the otherside of things
He might be waiting for me. Damn, it was me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkGyBDNG8j4&t=1195s

Op here: I suck massive cock, incredibly massive and it goes straight into my mouth.

>>18618175
Op's boyfriend here, can confirm

>>18618175
Op's uncle here, can confirm

>>18618175
Op's black BFF, can confirm

Op's second personality here, can confirm

Op's third and a half personality here, can confirm

Monopsonist of the cock market

(i notice there is a recurrent pingas theme in this novel)

My name's OP and I'm here to say

I want to suck pingas in a major way

that I wish everybody browsing this thread a great day

I'm going to take you cum away

Anyone want a peanut?

Andre the giant is my husbando

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CncRdRVWRMk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9cwQ97WU7E

The only thing bigger than his heart was his willy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5OBjH8mApQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gW5tqSZpKs

that's willie good value

Can you stop running out from this mirrors?
Settle on the groove. The tabla. This is your demise, this is what you get.

(plays in the background : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLmfyuEBg44))

Ici gît le corps délicat de Lydé, petite colombe, la plus joyeuse de toutes les courtisanes, qui plus que toute autre aima les orgies, les cheveux flottants, les danses molles et les tuniques d’hyacinthe.

Mais avant de la mettre au tombeau, on l’a merveilleusement coiffée et on l’a couchée dans les roses ; la pierre même qui la recouvre est tout imprégnée d’essences et de parfums.

Do you long to be merely content? Perhaps comfortable? To eat, to fuck, to sleep, to repeat?

Without pain you have no contrast, no context.

Being content means to die in spirit. You will become like cattle.

shanti shanti shanti

Any white woman can indeed make a killing in any non-white run porn industry. English sluts make bank in Nigeria, India and Korea.

and i said oh well i didnt know that

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4462006/UK-weather-Bank-Holiday-weekend-ends-washout.html

It's a long London day staring at the window. Near Hyde Park, the kids outside in their small parkas and rubber boots are hopping in surface shallowed puddles. And puddle after puddle, hop after hop, laughter after laughter, they imitate the frogs they have seen in their daydreams as the city becomes their very own pond.

Some species of frogs and many other animals are able to jump far beyond what appear to be their capabilities. The trained contestants in the frog-jumping competition in Calaveras County, Calif., come to mind, but even ordinary frogs can leap several times farther than their physiology would seem to allow.

"Muscles alone couldn't produce jumps that good," said Henry Astley, who studies the biomechanics of frog jumping at Brown University.

In a paper published in Biology Letters, Astley and Thomas Roberts, associate professor of biology, show that the key to frogs' leaping lies in their stretchy tendons: Before jumping, the leg muscle shortens, loading energy into the tendon, which then recoils like a spring to propel the frog up, up and away. Even though as much as a quarter of a frog's mass is in its legs, it would be physically incapable of jumping as far without the tendon's services.

"In order to get truly exceptional jumping performance, you need some sort of elastic structure," said Astley, a fourth-year graduate student in Roberts's lab in the Department of Ecology and Evolutionary Biology.

Astley and Roberts examined jumps by the northern leopard frog (Rana pipiens), a pond frog common in the northeast United States. The pair implanted metal beads into the shin bone, ankle bone and leg muscle of four frogs and then recorded their leaps with 3-D X-ray video technology developed at Brown. The video, filmed at 500 frames per second and displaying the jump about 17 times slower than normal, tracks the changes in the leg muscle's length and joint movement before, during and after a jump.

As the frog readies itself to leap, its calf muscle shortens. After about 100 milliseconds, the calf muscle stops moving, and the energy has been fully loaded into the stretched tendon. At the moment the frog jumps, the tendon, which wraps around the ankle bone, releases its energy, much like a catapult or archer's bow, causing a very rapid extension of the ankle joint that propels the frog forward. The entire jump -- from preparation to leap -- lasts about a fifth of a second, the experiments showed. Other frog species jump much faster.

"Frogs are interesting in their own right, but we are also confident that this study gives us insight into how muscles and tendons work together in animal movement," said Roberts. "Other studies have presented evidence for an elastic mechanism, but Henry's gives us the first glimpse of how it actually works."

The National Science Foundation funded the research.

"So, tell me Mr. Anon, do you have any skills you could bring for the NSF?"

"Well, yes I do. You see, I'm a ver-" (speech cut)

"No, that wasn't my question." (breathes in, breathes out) "I'm going to repeat it one more time."

(sweats) "Uh, fine then. G-...go ahead." (ankward hand move)

(beat)

"So." (clears throat) "What does separate you, Mr. Anon, from the rest of the job appliers who are waiting right now in the corridor, right beneath this door?" (points at said door, then rests arms on desk in a jointed position)

"Uh, well... I... I know how to use my-"

(beat)

(then, exploses in laughter. Mr. Anon shuts up and watches the scene in confusion.)

"No, you... you don't get it. You cheap bastard. You don't... (clears throat) you don't get it."

"Exc-...Excuse me... but I do not accept that-"

"ACCEPT WHAT?"

(beat. Mr. Anon sweats even more.)

"I'M INSULTING YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. DON'T YOU FUCKING GET IT. YOUR RESUME IS THE MOST MEDIOCRE CHICKENSHIT GARBAGE IN THIS WHOLE PILE OF PAPER. IT'S THE SAME COOKIE CUTTER TRASH I'VE BEEN READING THIS MORNING. AT THE MERE VIEW OF YOUR RAT FACE AS YOU ENTERED THIS DAMN ROOM, I KNOW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG."

(Mr. Anon sweats even, even more.)

"And you know why? BECAUSE YOUR RESUME IS AT YOUR IMAGE. (throws resume on his face) UNINTERESTING. FLAT. NO ZEST, NO SPICE, NOTHING. YOU'RE SUCH A BORE OF A HUMAN BEING. DID YOUR PARENTS PAY FOR YOUR PRIVATE IVY SCHOOL, RIGHT?"

"I-I-I-... I mea-"

"ANSWER ME FAGGOT."

(short beat, and then, with a breathy embarassed tone :) "They did."

"Oh really?" (moves from desk, gets near Mr. Anon who sits on chair, grabs him by his necktie.)

"They paid for your diploma, huh?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Fine then." (strikes Mr. Anon's genitals with knee.)

(Mr. Anon falls on groud, crying in pain)

(breathes of exhaustion, takes cigarette and lighter from pocket. Lights it and smokes. Turns around, looks at displayed calendar on wall.)

"Thanks God. It's Friday."

(OP here : necessary bump for useless exposure.)

Had the weirdest dream last night. I was naked with the exception of a fishnet bodysuit (pic except without the bra and panties) watching giantess porn on an airplane that I kept trying to turn off but couldn’t. Then I had to go to the bathroom and tried to coverup my exposed boner on the way down the aisle but everyone noticed. When I got to the bathroom there was a guy there and he transported me into a massive crowded coed dormroom where multiple people were packed into each bed. Then it kind of turned into a ya novel because the guy started talking about how I had to go on some adventure and save the world against Shargoth (name’s not exactly that but something like that) who would likely eat me. Also everyone kept mentioning my shrinking fetish. The dream ended with me getting to k is the outsiders in some log cabin while playing cards at night when my mom woke me up.

When will OP man up and post the pages

OP has a secret plan. He is using our echoes to erect a massive machine. The machine is going to resurrect Hitler from the dead of night. In order to stop the resurrection of Hitler we have to-

Are you implying that we shouldn't ressurect hitler? Aswell hitler can't even make a army now adays due to how fucked the world is

yall niggas be trippin.. .hitler. was a black. man. that nigga used to roll down on all yall ma'fuckin laggards.. all yall ma'fuckin- anti-pretentious, philosophically misguided niggas. He was a black. man.

A black... Nigger

Hitler Nigga... was he a funky tabla player?

Matras
Khand
Sam X
Tali Dhali
Dha
Ge
Na
Tee
Ta
Ke
Dhin
Na

Ultraviolet, ultraviolent

Violent Ultras.
The discussion
As they stand by
keep cutting out
the tail of unimagination
and won't change its
i cry for you, my dear
own phazer

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwikpLzp-dbxAhUOxYUKHey4AR4QtwIwAHoECAMQAw&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DjIntO6yCflI&usg=AOvVaw1I9f5pgucqypNDvLp4fh4P

this is what...she wants from us?

カレーキャンディーが欲しいのは誰ですか?
クランチトーンがとてもぼやけているのはなぜですか?
なぜ月はあなたの顔にとても近いのですか?
"Moja Mocha" とは何ですか?
私が言うことは彼らがしていることです。
あなたは中退し続ける、最愛のベイビー。

Neue Form, if i swallow the médecine, maybe mi sentirei in primavera

Alright, it's time to stop the faggotery, Anon.
Cut the malarkey you guy.
I/You went too far from the universe.
Time to step back and focus on the story again.

So, this is the story of a circle in a bleak, black world.

This circle had a heathen friend : Emptyness.
The circle surrounded Emptyness, and by chance, they were friends the next day.

But one day, Emptyness swallowed the circle. And they both died.
Fin.

........…........…........…........…................…........…........…........…........…........…........…........…........…........…hey, i tried.

Darkness blazing births a puppet.

It is given a name: Eternalism.

Pulling the strings of the world is a single being;

The rest is imagined puppetmaking.


Darkness freezing births a creature.

It is given a bond: Eternalism.

On nature's stage are unitary beings

Composed of imagined creaturemaking.


Words are born, then meet, and then lose their way.

Knowledge is born, then meets, and then is made manifest.


Ah, where is this, when am I?

Charm, incantation, mystery, prayer, me.

The mirror of the stage magic of Fate.


Full moon! Freely, cryptically changing!

I am an imaginary lifeform coming to an end.

Full moon! Freely, cryptically changing!

I am an imaginary fateform coming to an end.


Wishing for time, without rest,

I continue to live, in the form of void.

Wishing for the earth, without hands, without feet,

I continue to exist, invisible and formless,

A faint exhalation...

bump

And I do another bump of black tar heroin.

Bully Mays would be proud

Fuck, I love drugs

we should just have watched gay sniggers from outer space. this is just wasteful

Anyhow, allmucdhila we will boil him soon (The Bosnian chicken)

In this world, it's either cope or rope, and all of us know this. Thus by saying cope is bad you are in fact coping, I beg of you to stop.

I do not like humans a lot.

I'm the main character of this story, me. My name is Brutoko Chambi and I'm a practitioner of tantric medicines and am a tattoo artist. I've one man and one woman of every race, and have had my asshole blownout to the point of medical emergency. If you think you can fight you you never could. Thinking that is a sign that you're dead. I'm alive, doing all kinds of cool shot like xanax and duster, whippits and ghb. I'm super into drugs man because I'm a cute man who likes to fuck. I've talked to God, he had some interesting things to say but ultimately we couldn't reach any conclusions. From this point on in this story everything written out is something I'm saying. Enjoy the rest of the book, thank you.

My name is Brutoko Chambi and I'm a fag. The rest of this book is not written by me.

>>18612108
Warning: Sissy Hypno

My name is brutoka chambi, and I'm a sisssy tranny, thank you 4chan.org/lit/

This is Brutoko's mother, despite claiming he had never been happier after wearing dresses, alienanting everyone that loved him and disfiguring his genitalia, he has commit suicide. No one could have seen this coming.

Oh fuck, Billy Mays, I think I'm having a fucking heart attack from this drugs, oh fuck oh shit

*dies*

*comes back to life*

*cums*

"hey Lois, remember that time OP stopped posting chapters because he was too busy sucking dick?

Yeah peetah, what a fag

fuuuuuuck ffayueh @eugh oooah ooaahh


my life be like ooo ahh

Oooooo aaaaah

You know very well
What you are
You're my sugar thing
My chocolate star
I've had a few
But not that many
But you're the only love
That gives me good and plenty
Juicy fruit (juicy)
Juicy (yeah)
Juicy fruit
Juicy
Candy rain
Comin' down
Taste you in my mind
And spread you all around
Here I am
oh, this love's for you
Hey, baby
Sweet as honey dew
Close my eyes
oh, what fantasy
And you're right here with me
Juicy
Cherry blossom kiss
What you're givin'
Makes my body rock
Keeps me sizzlin'
Do what you want
I don't care
I'll be your lollipop
You can lick me everywhere
Juicy fruit (you're so)
Juicy (juicy)
Juicy fruit (yeah)
Juicy
Here I am
This love's for you
Hey, baby
You're sweet as honey dew
Close my eyes
oh, what fantasy
And you're here, you're right here with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Juicy (Yes you are, baby)
Juicy fruit
Juicy
Woohooo
(In the morning)
Juicy fruit (oh baby)
Juicy (I like it, I like it)
Juicy fruit (in the morning, oh, babe)
Juicy (oh)
Juicy fruit (candy rain comin' down)
Juicy (turns me all around)
Juicy fruit (I like it, I like it)
Juicy
Juicy fruit
Juicy
Juicy fruit

The soldier was awaking from his fever dream.

The heat of the Vietnam sun and the thick humid air brought the alone and panicked solider to the edge of sanity. There he recalled what the zipperheads had done, evil demon gooks had hidden in the trees and before his company could react, most were dead, the remaining shot at monkey chinks, Killing a fraction of what was lost on their side

There, in the state of lowest depth of frustration, the monkey slight-eyed imps would return, then when they slept, and soon they relieved their bowels. Men of American blood, men of honor fighting for freedom and the Way of God, died covered in their own shit without anyway to defend themselves.

The cliff of sanity was just a step of what he was being a past memory, something his addled mind may think in moments of half lucidity, and the soldier, equiped with the extra ammo of his fallen friends, and with multiple rifles and pistols, knew he no longer cared to be a sane man in an insane world

The gooks, lived tightly in their huts of dirt and leaves, and he could not be sure, especially passed sanity, who was enemy and who was a friend. He clicked off the safety, and like a farmer of a field, he cut down every God forsaken zipper head like the redeeming angel of God, coming into the town bringing unaltered horror to the homes of any Vietcong monkey that dared draw breath.

And when he would see one injuried and unable to save themselves, he would pull out his knife and cut the scalp off their disgust monkey heads, cut the fingers of their hellish demon fingers one by one and when they passed out exhausted in pain and confusion, he would take his knife a draw a smile from ear to ear until their throats were open to the hellscape of Vietnam and only short flesh kept the head attached to their bodies.

Village to village, the soldier went that day, not stopping for any cause, and when he looked down at the setting sun, and over the 3 or 4 villages of thousand dead, he felt down on his pants and he felt a wet spot, and he felt shame as he thought he had perhaps pissed himself in the cear of himself and the regret of his actions.

But he felt again, and realized it was not urine, but thick ejaculate, and where was shame he now felt deep pride, he had reached the greatest of mankind's pleasures and his body knew of no way of containing his raw man's pleasure, the pleasure for killing gooks and avenging his Christian brothers.

And he left into the humid and hot Vietnam jungle and found his way home, and never again spoke of when reaped what was sowed by the Vietcong.

But Peter Griffin knew what he had done, and he thought it was friggy sweet

"eheheh, Based Lois, fuck gooks, eheheh"

>>18625792
Fuck gooks, soldierbro did nothing wrong

"I secretly love gooks", said Vietnam Soldier. "I love the culture and find the term hook offensive".

But in the end he committed hate crimes all the same. Peter Griffin was in awe.

"fuck hooks" -Ronald Reagan

The Vietnam soldier looked at the face of his granddaughter'a fiance.

A gook, a FUCKING gook

In the dead of night, the aged veteran took his rifle and drove to the home of his granddaughter's home.

Cloaked in shadow he looked throw a window and saw the unholy creature, naked and raping his prodigy.

And with a simpler action, a pull of a small bit of resistance on the trigger, he had saved his granddaughter.

"thank you, Grandpa"

"pull on my pee pee, wee wee, hee hee"
michael jackson was playing on the radio

"Who wants a honey doughnut?", shouted the Muscovite.
"Me, me, hee hee", said Mikhail Jerome inside his gravestone.
"You see, I often wipe my ass with Colgate. It bleaches my arsehole and it tastes fresh."

I am the returning officer. And it feels good to be back.

May 1997 AnimeLand Interview with Hideaki Anno (English)

...-ot really; let’s say that I take a basic idea and I develop it together with my ideas. That said, I have already read and seen many adaptations of Jules Verne.

AL: Have you received any complaints for using Christian concepts in your work? The angels are supposed to represent something good, benign, which doesn’t seem to be the case in Evangelion.

HA: I am not familiar with many things in Christianity, and I have no intention of approaching it or criticizing it either. Isn’t it said that Lucifer was an angel himself before having fallen?

AL: Imagine that a European company decided to buy the rights to Evangelion, and to change certain scenes because of religious concerns. Would you agree with censoring these scenes?

HA: I don’t know, it would depend on the circumstances. After all, this series was made for a Japanese audience.

AL: Evangelion is enjoying great success in Japan at the moment. The end of Death and Rebirth should be distributed at the same time as the latest work of Hayao Miyazaki [Princess Mononoke]. Aren’t you concerned about such a confrontation?

HA: Not really. I think that the people will go see both. The subjects are entirely different, and Hayao Miyazaki is just as famous, so I don’t worry myself over him.

AL: American and European animation seem more and more smothered by their laws and codes of discipline, whereas Japanese animation offers more adult subjects and characters. Don’t you believe that the controversy and the problems that meet Japanese animation come from here?

HA: Actually, I think that some censorship is necessary, but it is not normal that we should be ordered by a conventional [_bien-pensant] minority. I do not think you can get away with anything for the so-called well-being and protection of children.

AL: Violence seems to be more admissible for these people than the notion of sex. Doesn’t it seem backwards to you?

HA: The legal context obviously differs between nations and eras. The only universal constant is the thirst of humans for sex and violence. We need to try to manage this without falling into the opposite extreme, and brainwashing. Films are extremely influential and powerful, especially as propaganda tools.

AL: It is said that Japan suffers from a poverty of writers, and that animation today is in crisis. What do you think?

HA: To conceive and realise a series is extremely onerous in our times. It is normal that producers and sponsors pay attention to their investments and want to recover financially, hence the significant (as in large) number of remakes, or the (practice of) mining the lode of a series till it’s dry/depleted. Nevertheless I do not think that Japanese animation is in a crisis. It evolves and adapts to its audience. Characters in animation do not cheat. They do not let you go for another. Animation is on certain points, very close to the pornography industry. All your physical needs are m-

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I truly am a stereotypical nerd, I love videogames, Anime and especially Hentai. I guess it comes from me having watched Animation religiously since I was a kid and never stopping as I grew older. Then I discovered Anime with Akira and Ninja Scroll in the mid 90's and was enthralled. Then I finally watched my first hentai (Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend) and I was hooked. Now, any sane person would look at me and see a disturbed individual from what I've written.
So let me elaborate, I don't approve of the "rape" that permeates the majority of hentai releases and wish there was less of it. That said, I recognize that as an Animation, its not real and I wouldn't wish anything of that sort to occur in real life (same as someone who plays GTA wouldn't wan't to do some of those things in RL, at least, I think ;)). That said, my tates in Hentai definately are on the freaky side as I'm a fan of Toshio Maeda, the creator of Urotsukidoji and other infamous series such as LA Blue Girl and Nightmare Campus. Known for their demonic sex/tentacle themes. Of course, I also appreciate stuff like Bible Black and softcore comedies such as New Angel.
Lately, I came across the remake of the original Urotsukidoji (New Saga), and I was impressed by the clear amount of work put into it, and one can tell it is a big budget title due to the animation quality. It is definately one of the most story-intense hentai titles out there and I recommend it if you can afford it or find it cheap (I did on Half.com). So please, while I'm not expecting an overtly positive response here, I'm curious as to what the rest of you guys are into (if you're into this sort of thing), if not, then thats cool, enjoy the videogames as I do.

beerbelly
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Different people, different tastes I guess. However I do think anime girls have near perfect body shapes but scary faces.
Bizarro Sun Yat-sen
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I've never seen any philosophical hentai unless you count Evangelion.

Mugen
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I don't watch hentai... hentai is for looosers....
but I really like Mezzo Forte, Kite, Night Shift Nurses, Younger Sister Juice, Darling and Bible Black.

Sarah Ferguson spends her working life wading through murky waters, tackling difficult, confronting and harrowing stories but none has tested her like the project that consumed her for the past year: Revelation — a three-part documentary investigation into child sexual abuse within the Catholic Church, in which she comes face to face with two of Australia's most notorious serial paedophiles.

"I'm used to intense projects but this one has been more intense and more challenging than anything I have ever done," says Ferguson.

"Throughout the long-running scandal of clerical abuse in Australia, there was one voice we hadn't heard and that was the perpetrators.

"I wanted to ask them how they led their double lives and how the church enabled them, but how do you interview men whose crimes are so vile and disturbing, who've committed crimes against vulnerable children?

"It was a struggle not to let my revulsion at their crimes drag me off course."
Ferguson sitting in prison visitors room surrounded by cameras and lights.
Ferguson preparing for her interview in prison with convicted paedophile Bernard McGrath.(ABC News)

In a series of television firsts, Revelation (airing weekly from Tuesday, March 17 at 8:30pm on ABC TV and iview), features in-depth interviews with an ordained priest and a religious brother convicted of historical child sexual abuse, and, with unprecedented access granted by the courts, films their trials as they unfold.

"Apart from an excellent US documentary in 2006, as far as I know, this is the only time it's happened in the world — certainly, long interviews with child-abusing priests still in the priesthood we have never seen. And this is the first time we have seen their trials on camera," says Ferguson.
Still shot face of McGrath.

"I moved backwards on my stool, making him lean in and shifting the power balance.

"I was apprehensive, not because of who he was but because of the professional challenge of drawing him out."

Ferguson also interviewed Vincent Ryan, a priest of the Maitland-Newcastle diocese who became known in the media as a monster.

He'd already spent 14 years in prison and was facing trial on new charges from men who had been altar boys in his church in the 1970s and 1980s.
Still frame of Ryan looking at camera.
Vincent Ryan is a Catholic priest who served 14 years in jail.(ABC News: Revelation)

"The interview went for hours across two days because the material was exhausting to both of us," says Ferguson.

"Ryan looked at me at one point and said whatever we thought of him, he was sure of God's forgiveness.

"I am not easily offended because it obscures critical thinking, but this outraged me.

"Not because it wasn't possible according to his faith but because he had not earned it.

"He was so far from understanding the effect of his crimes that he was nowhere near forgiveness.

"They were both really difficult interviews because the nature of child abuse is something that perpetrators need to cover up — they've spent many years practised in deception, both deceiving themselves and other people.

"So even though they have been convicted, they don't want to talk about what they did except on their own terms, they don't want to talk about how the church enabled them, there is still a strong sense of solidarity towards the church.

"They told us more than they intended but their allegiances remain.

"After the interviews I was physically and mentally drained."


Stories leave deep lines on your soul.
Winter shot of Sarah standing in front of police car with red light on digital phone.
Spaced ads, colder to be.

“I know I’m dying. I’m not doing well. Don’t try to talk about this to my sister Liz. She will know it sooner or later. This f—ing drug use is like the insulin a diabetic needs to survive. I’m not using drugs to get high like many people think. I know I made a big mistake when I started using this sh–.”

“It’s a very difficult thing to explain. My liver is not functioning and I’m throwing up all the time and sh—ing my pants. The pain is more than you can handle. It’s the worst pain in the world. Dope sick hurts the entire body.”

“I know I’m near death, I did crack and heroin for years. And I never wanted to end my life this way. I know I have no chance. It’s too late. I never wanted [the public’s] thumbs’ up about this f—ing drug use. Don’t try to contact any AIC members. They are not my friends.

F—, it's getting cold in here. [rubs his arms]”

- Layne Stayley

NICKNAMES: "Tell Me About the Rehab, George"

DESCRIPTION: In the first shot, we seen Lenny looking away from the camera as he says

Lenny: "You know, I just felt real good, man. You know I wasn't like racing, I wasn't speeding, you know... I was like... mellow I threw up the first time and everything you know after i threw up I said: wow this shit is fucking like, good"

We then cut to Lenny's hands as he pulls out a needle filled with heroin and proceeds to inject himself through a hole in his arm. Afterwards, the camera cuts to Lenny's face again.

"You know, ok... you know when you go on a ride? And you know, your adrenaline, pumps? You know what I'm trying to say?"

Camera man: "yeah"

Lenny: "That's the feeling... like that"

We then see Lenny cutting up powdered heroin

"I had Cellulitis in my thigh, I've got a scar that's so big... It's unbelievable, man. And I almost got... uh had... gangrene on my foot and they took my... almost took my foot off... you know."

The camera then cuts to Lenny's body as he holds the needle in his hand

"I consider myself to be pretty intelligent I can do whatever I want to do, man. Whatever I want to do I can do"

It then cuts to Lenny without a shirt on, wearing a tank top.

"I threw up, man, and my guts... as I'm throwing up I'm like: damn boy, this is fucking... what I want, you know"

It then cuts to Lenny with his shirt on again as he says:

"I just want to be nice, man. That's all I want... like, that's it why can't people just do that? Maybe everyone should shoot out on one and just mellow out..."

I then cuts to another shot of Lenny as he pulls down his trousers and sits on his bed.

"I've got these scars, man. All over my body"

it then cuts to Lenny's leg as he shows the camera man what happened to his leg

"That pus was just coming out of that little hole there... like, melting"

It then cuts Lenny, in his vest again once again.

"I used to do a lot more things. you know, like go to movies, I used to go out to like, restaurants... used to go to Broadway shows, I liked Broadway shows... they're nice, man"

It then cuts to Lenny sitting on his bed again as he says

"By the time '97 rolls around... '96 at this time... right, 1996 august 17th, 18th, whatever it is... You come here with you cameras, and I'll be a totally different person. I will be... successful. And I bet my life on it..."

In the last shot of the PSA, we see a closeup of Lenny injecting himself with a needle, puncturing his skin, which lasts for 15 seconds.

Before then cutting to black with text that fades in that says

Heroin. Want some?

The PARTNERSHIP FOR A DRUG FREE AMERICA logo appears.

The saddest part about this PSA is, the crew actually showed up the following year to have another interview with Lenny... but he never showed up.

Lenny was never heard from again.

Thus undoubtedly the essence of Dramatic art, as against the Poet's method, at first seems totally irrational; it is not to be seized, without a complete reversal of the beholder's nature. In what this reversal must consist, however, should not be hard to indicate if we recall the natural process in the beginnings of all Art, as plainly shewn to us in improvisation. The poet, mapping out a plan of action for the improvising mime, would stand in much the same relation to him as the author of an operatic text to the musician; his work can claim as yet no atom of artistic value; but this it will gain in the very fullest measure if the poet makes the improvising spirit of the mime his own, and develops his plan entirely in character with that improvisation, so that the mime now enters with all his individuality into the poet's higher reason. This involves, to be sure, a complete transformation of the poetic artwork itself, of which we might form an idea if we imagined the impromptu of some great musician noted down. We have it on the authority of competent witnesses, that nothing could compare with the effect produced by Beethoven when he improvised at length upon the pianoforte to his friends; nor, even in view of the master's greatest works, need we deem excessive the lament that precisely these inventions were not fixed in writing, if we reflect that far inferior musicians, whose penwork was always stiff and stilted, have quite amazed us in their 'free fantasias' by a wholly unsuspected and often very fertile talent for invention.—At anyrate we believe we shall really expedite the solution of an extremely difficult problem, if we define the Shakespearian Drama as [144] a fixed mimetic improvisation of the highest poetic worth. For this explains at once each wondrous accidental in the bearing and discourse of characters alive to but one purpose, to be at this moment all that they are meant to seem to us to be, and to whom accordingly no word can come that lies outside this conjured nature; so that it would be positively laughable to us, upon closer consideration, if one of these figures were suddenly to pose as poet. This last is silent, and remains for us a riddle, such as Shakespeare. But his work is the only veritable Drama; and what that implies, as work of Art, is shewn by our rating its author the profoundest poet of all time.—
- From a lecture by Wagner

https://www.cdc.gov/drugoverdose/deaths/heroin/index.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5trNs7M3MU

the Carnatic rhythm of earlier drones, fades and splashes around your ears. the tabla keeps banging. a distant whispflute is heard.

honey is the ambroisia of the soul

(picrel has to be included to the text)

I have inseminated 100 gook whores and I will inseminate 100 more. God I love gook girls

>>18627301
Why though?

>>18627315
They are beautiful and they smell like majestic animals

>>18627328
Would you exchange the previous burning "SOUL" oil barrel for your yellow fever?
One might burn the other.

>>18627315
>he laughed and stared at the clueless blue border incredulously
“What the fuck do you mean WHY”? Why the fuck WOUDLN’T you is the question you should be asking”
>Tommy was amused with his ability to pepper most of 4chan with his sexpat posts about Thailand. He could find any context on any board, and like the many hookers he encountered, he found a way to penetrate with ease

>>18627337
Nothing will ever be exchanged. Breeding chink whores is the meaning of life

The Coming Demographic Collapse of China
by Gordon G. Chink Follow @GordonGChink on Twitter L
China this century is on track to experience history’s most dramatic demographic collapse in the absence of war or disease.
by Gordon G. Chang Follow @GordonGChink on John L

China this century is on track to experience history’s most dramatic demographic collapse in the absence of war or disease.

Today, the country has a population more than four times larger than America’s. By 2100, the U.S. will probably have more people than China.

China’s National Bureau of Statistics typically releases population data for the preceding year in early March. This year, NBS delayed its announcement because the central government is scheduled next month to announce preliminary results of the 7th national census, conducted in November and December.

The image of Chinese economic and geopolitical dominance will be severely dented when Beijing releases census data. Xi Jinping may believe “the East is rising and the West is declining”—the money line from one of his speeches late last year—but that view will be exceedingly hard to maintain.

The Chinese take great pride in being part of the world’s most populous state. Beijing reported China’s population in 2019 hit 1.4 billion in 2019, up from 1.39 billion the previous year.

Chinese authorities will undoubtedly report an increase for last year as well. They are on record as believing the country’s population will continue to grow for more than a half decade.

Some are skeptical of China’s total population figures, however. Yi Fuxian of the University of Wisconsin-Madison told The National Interest that China in 2020 likely had a population of 1.26 billion. The noted demographer does not believe the number could have exceeded 1.28 billion.

Why did Yi provide a range? China’s demographic information is notoriously imprecise.

For one thing, officials as a practical matter cannot report births suggesting couples exceeded the current two-child limit.

Moreover, officials also have incentives to report that couples have used up their two-birth quota when they have in fact not done so. National Health and Family Planning Commission officials, Yi told Voice of America, report exaggerated births because real birth numbers, if known, would bolster the case for that body to be scrapped. Municipal governments, local education departments, and hospitals have been overstating China’s numbers for a different reason: to obtain subsidies or maintain budget allocations.

Yi’s estimates look reliable. True, Beijing scrapped the notorious one-child policy, perhaps history’s most ambitious social-engineering project, as of the beginning of 2016 and there was a spurt of births that year, but since then births have fallen every year.

Beijing has not announced births for last year, but early numbers indicate they plummeted from 2019. Births in the household registration—hukou—system plunged 14.9% to 10,035,000 last year. Because births so registered constitute about 80% of total births, He Yafu, a demographer, estimates total births for the country last year came in at 12,540,000.

Yi told me that the number of births for the country was in reality about 8 million and could not have exceeded 10 million.

Again, Yi looks correct. Provinces and other governmental units have reported data ahead of the census, and births were down more than 30% in some locations.

The big issue is China’s trajectory. Official media is cagey about a critical figure, the country’s total fertility rate, generally the number of children per female reaching child-bearing age. The official China Daily reports that Lu Jiehua of Peking University believes the country’s TFR, as the rate is known, “has fallen below 1.7.”

Lu is certainly right about that. The University of Wisconsin’s Yi told TNI that China’s TFR last year was 0.90 and could not have exceeded 1.1. Yi’s estimate is on the low end but is consistent with China Daily’s reporting of 1.05 in 2015.

Replacement TFR for most societies is generally 2.1 although some think China’s replacement rate is actually 2.2 because of higher child mortality.

In any event, China’s population will shrink fast. The Chinese Academy of Social Sciences projects China’s population will halve by 2100 if the TFR drops from 1.6 to 1.3.

China’s TFR, however, is far lower than 1.3. If its TFR stabilizes at 1.2—1.2 would represent a big increase—China will have a population of only 480 million by the end of the century.

China now has a crisis. “Once it slips below 1.5, a country falls into the trap of low fertility and is unlikely to recover,” said He Yafu to the Communist Party’s Global Times. China is already well below that figure.

Beijing does not believe China’s population will begin to decline until 2028. Some believe it in fact began contracting in 2018, something evident by falling births.

In any event, as the official China Daily stated in December, “the trends are irreversible. We are f————————————————

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1999年7月1日 — But then there's the curious case of China's impending demographic ... cited aging as a key reason China may fail to overtake the U.S. as the ...

Have you ever eaten at an Indian restaurant? Have you ever watched a Bollywood movie? If you've ever done either of those things, then chances are you've heard music that featured a unique instrument.

It probably sounded a bit like a guitar but with a signature reverberating buzz that most people associate with Middle Eastern music. What are we talking about? The sitar, of course!

The first time you see a sitar, you might think it looks a bit like a guitar or a banjo. About four feet long, most sitars feature a body made from a pear-shaped gourd, a long wooden neck, and numerous tuning pegs and movable frets.

As a stringed instrument, a sitar may have as few as 18 or as many as 21 metal strings. There are usually five or six played strings, one or two drone strings, and as many as a dozen sympathetic strings. The drone and sympathetic strings resonate along with the played strings, giving the sitar its characteristic sound.

The sitar is usually played while seated, with the player holding the instrument at a 45-degree angle in the lap. The right hand is used to pluck the played strings with a metallic pick, called a mizraab. The left hand is used to create specific notes by putting pressure on or between the frets.

Popular in Hindustani and Indian classical music in countries such as India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh, the sitar was probably developed from a Persian lute called the veena. Historians believe its name evolved from a different Persian instrument called a sehtar, which meant three (seh) strings (tar).

Most sitars are carefully hand-crafted out of a variety of different materials. The neck and faceplate are usually made from either teak wood or a variety of mahogany known as tun (pronounced "toon") wood. Gourds are used for the resonating chambers, and the bridges can be made from ebony, deer horn, or even camel bone.

Although the sitar is an old instrument with a long history, it became well-known around the world in the 1950s and 1960s through the work of a musician named Ravi Shankar. In fact, in the 1960s, Shankar taught George Harrison of The Beatles to play the sitar. Harrison played it on several Beatles songs. Brian Jones also played sitar on The Rolling Stones' hit "Paint It Black."

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“Physically, mentally, I have to prepare myself for a feat of endurance. I became a vegetarian, I did deep meditation, I cleansed myself. I train the body and the mind. I learn to eat certain foods so that I don’t have to go to the toilet for seven hours. I learn to sleep in short bursts at night. This is very hard: sleep, wake, drink, pee, exercise, sleep, wake and on and on. So even the not-performing is intense.”

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>>18627576
You mean, the ones of the Cartoon Slut House?
The N.I.G.G.E.R. Associates?
The deaths of Lara Croft and Cammy Bison during the events of the Zercon Shanghai Flagpole Accident (ZSFA)?

>>18627591
Lara Croft committed suicide by using niggers with big long cocks to impale her with their big long nigger cocks

>>18627618
I thought Lara died with the pole.
Why do the elements have to be so cruel with its peasants?

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私が死んでも泣いたりしないで
何にも言わずに私を忘れて
哀しいことなんて何にも無いじゃない
明日も世界は変わらないのだし
みんなみんないつかはさよならするのだし
みんなみんないつか死ぬの

いつも寂しくていつも泣き真似してたの
いつもあなたには愛されていたかった
何にもこの世には良いことなんて無かった
あなたと会ったことただそれだけ
私が死んでも泣いたりしないで
どこかの誰かと寝ちゃえば良いのよ
哀しいことなんて誰にもあるじゃない
明日も世界は退屈そうだし
みんなみんな朝まで踊っているけど
やがてどこかへ帰るの
私が死んでも泣いたりしないで
私の大好きな友達を集めて
おかしな服を着てみんなで集まるの
真夜中を過ぎたら裸足で踊るの
私の大好きなレコードをかけてね
私を少しだけ思い出してね
みんなみんな朝まで踊り続けてね
お酒を飲んだりたくさんキスしたり
たくさん泣いたら全て忘れるの
そうして朝が来るの

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