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woah

>>19402217
This is so cool, reminds me of the most cutting edge design of 2015. Are you secretly Virgil Abloh?

Le City BrieYou who push that wheelThe one grinding thoseWho were once on topSaying that it’s they whose fortune playsIn favour of their oddsGive me strength to tell a taleThe cost of defense,Hangs on a fenceBecause the night beforeA banshee was heard,Where were the creature’s echoes called,That it was once heard in town?Werewolves and spooks never foundFound in a barn where death is reared,Unto the bodies of the aspirantsNevermore was the ghost feared, andSilently dismissed by the mind scanFor labour and justiceFrom folklore roseA legendThinking sharpInsightfulYes, who would oppose?For this prowess shall be acknowledgedHard work unless, one’d be insane to deny itIn front of crowdsBiting the proud for refusing to buy itThus were three bodies found leaving a storyThat forensics cannot swallow, naySo gruesome was the tale,And of such scaleStigmata was carved on one so gorilyThe martyrs’ fame_______What shame,MissionSilence them for art!
Who is the author of this madness describing?The dead are of course as follows:____________________________ and the __dicSparked bright like a flint flickThe one of these that isn’t alien to the poemHad a gruesome fate for the sakeOf a golden hand stuck in a lakeThat once blue faded plasmaCut!So the one taking that place believed to be rewarded with cashAfter making with the deceased’s lover the schemer of it allThe torso carved with steel the words of loreThe soul went on to heaven as the thoughts aroseThis mangled angel manifested, saying thusly:“Madriiax iadanamad solpeth lava sa prgeZorge gi imvamar, fetharsi dsabramgMarebe mahorela”Styled with eyes for earrings and the most not to be toldThis, the short lived banshee now haunts everyone in thoughtNow together. Death and dark lord become celebritiesWhile their friend is rotting coldThe endless song of pain who they beheld to inspire their greatnessSo quick did friendship turn to envy, and so the shield of amityWas pierced and torn, by enmityEnmity!!And now the lateness, the unending latenessThat drove the _other of the departed to forgiveness“Who wants to be a star that chooses greatness?For __ is not dead who eternal lies in shadowed bliss

FICKSED
>>19402297
Le City Brie
You who push that wheel
The one grinding those
Who were once on top
Saying that it’s they whose fortune plays
In favour of their odds
Give me strength to tell a tale

The cost of defense,
Hangs on a fence
Because the night before
A banshee was heard,
Where were the creature’s echoes called,
That she was once heard in town?

Werewolves and spooks never found
Found in a barn where death is reared,
Unto the bodies of the aspirants
Nevermore was the ghost feared, and
Silently dismissed by the mind scan
For labour and justice

From folklore rose
A legend
Thinking sharp
Insightful
Yes, who would oppose?
By his prowess he’ll be acknowledged
Hard work unless, you’d be insane to deny it
In front of crowds
Biting the proud for refusing to buy it
Thus were three bodies found leaving a story
That forensics cannot swallow, nay
So gruesome was the tale,
And of such scale
Stigmata was carved on them so gorily

The martyrs’ fame
Musicians
What shame,
Mission
Silence them for art!
Who is the author of this madness describing?

The dead are of course as follows:
___________
___________
______ and the __dic
Sparked bright like a flint flick

Had a gruesome fate for the sake
Of a golden hand stuck in a lake
That once blue faded plasma
Cut!

So the one taking his place believed to be rewarded with cash
After making with the deceased’s lover the schemer of it all
His torso carved with steel the word of the Lord
Styled with eyes for earrings and his genitals plucked out
This, the short lived banshee haunting everyone in thought

Now together. Death and dark lord become celebrities
The endless song of he who they raped inspired their greatness
So quick did friendship turn to envy, and so the shield of amity
Was pierced and torn, by enmity
Enmity!!

And now the lateness, the unending lateness
That drove the mother of the departed to forgiveness

“Who wants to be a star that chooses greatness?
For he is not dead who eternal lies in shadowed bliss”

“But now I see the rewards of that which you damned yourself for, I got kids now telling
me you’re satanic. I never thought of you like that, I mean…you’re an artist! You’re
supposed to take the route less understood, you’re misunderstood and that is why I
represent you. I believe in art, I believe in genius, you had yourselves in the best place
but now the jig is up…Cheer up, that the Devil is your lawyer”

Where fiction meets reality and fantasy awakens
Those who preach cannot be teachers
What they plea for, can lose seekers and thus charm
The sleeping to their destiny and the living to their kin

>>19402297
>>19402314
LCB ADDED_TO 011.pdf YESTERDAY
>thanks anon

>>19402314
Forgot to specify Le City Brie is the title lel sorry

>>19402327
yeah bon homme de'nig. i finished the design if you wanna lil bo peep it.

>>19402320
Chillin' man you're alright.

>>19402334
Where? thanks

>>19402353
i can electronic mail it back to you. i have your unique electronic mail address.

>>19402327
Brooke Shields is thicc

how much longer do we have to submit

>>19402327
also sauce

Phenomenology of Dream
> I'm getting sleepy, I'm getting very sleepy...soon I'll be in the world of dreams.
> The world of dreams is experience alive, the world of reality is experience dead.
> I am going into the world of dreams, where the experience moves and whispers to me.
> I am dead, I am living; I'm not here, I am here; I am man, I am God—every second is unique in all ways—this is experience living.
> I'm always dreaming in the world of reality, but I'm almost never dreaming in the world of dreams.
> Dreaming into dreams: I find myself adrift at sea on a tiny raft. The waters bubble—the dread sets in—I am surround and engulfed by the giant maw of a whale; my shock > sends me awake and I open my eyes to a bear who mauls me to death; I wake up to woman (this is reality) I kiss her—I don't know if she loves me anymore, when I'm alone I cry.
> My body secretes the sea water from my eyes and I collect it again in my mouth—I will not let anything go to waste.
> Numbers 16-20 where delicious but I throw-up at 28; 12 was very tangy but 64 was very pleasant however. I'm about to vomit. Someday shoot me like number 5. Fuck > you suck my dick.
> My eyes BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! They say, "IT'S TIME TO GO TO SLEEP ASSHOLE!!!!!! IT'S TIME > TO GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!""
> My fat stomach is asking to be opened—to burst out—I won't let it.
> In my ear I hear: TIME TO RAPE TIME TO RAP TO TAP TAP NO TAP. Nigga what did yoju say to me, pull my gun out, BLOW, bix nood, another day in racist America.
> Fuck you suck my dick. The time is ticking, why am I doing this, the time is up, is it the devil knowking at me or the lod leyying my in? pleas OI don't want to die.

>>19402369
the deadline for 011 will probably be November 28th, a single fortnight hence; all subby-wubbies thereafter will be foisted into ZERO-ZERO-ONE-TWO; our final issue of the year {Edited by (None Other Than) Prussia®}, so be sure to maximize individual productivity for the sake of the collective hive.

>>19402362

Ok great, that means that you can see that the stanza in Enochian is supposed to be there this is an outdated version>>19402314

>>19402372
>>19402368

>>19402400
>checked
i don't see any Enochian i'm afraid. pls confirm.

>>19402435
>>19402297
>>19402314
>>19402320

“Madriiax iadanamad solpeth lava sa prge
Zorge gi imvamar, fetharsi dsabramg
Marebe mahorela”

I'm just not using the alphabet...fuck it I'll get to work, can't find a format that supports the font of the alphabet as of now. By any chance do you know? :/

>>19402448
oo yes okay i do have the upd8d verse true true.
um i don't actually know but i can look into it.
we could try it by hand, the transliteration might serve well enough for the body of the text but getting real enochian would be slick

>>19402448
>>19402470
i'll dig

>>19402448
here's the translation

>>19402472
>>19402470
Thank you thank you. I was thinking of just using MS paint and pasting screenshots from a dictionary on it and pasting that on. I'll see if that works, for now I need to sleep. I shall not delay you with &amp too long. If anything, I'll be sure to have a format figured out before the deadline.

Thank you for your consideration. All the best to everyone

>>19402477
checked. that helps; i've supplemented the piece with that

>>19402498
Ok so I need to clarify one thing as it is better to sort this out late than never. I'm changing the Enochian segment of the poem to the following

Taking out the word "Mahorela" and thus the poem shall no longer read "According to Dark Heavens" but rather "According to Law" through the Enochian word OHORELA. I'll send you the edited version, anon. Thank you

>>19402565
>OHORELA.
okay i think i got that regardless but feel free to submit the upd8

>>19402565
changed

>>19402217
I sent you the usual poems.
So enjoy.
But if you really wanted to drive submissions take out some (top)desktop adds asking for submissions with the email. If you really want to fill this bitch out.

>>19402611
checked. i'm a poorfag for now but i hear you.

can someone drop the email for submissions I did this before but I can't find the person I sent it to and im Sure the editor has changed

title it whatever u want

I wish I could grind myself up and smoke myself away gradually. It would be a long and arduous process but basically I would start at my legs and work my way up until I'm just a head and an arm. Then I would have to pay someone to continue grinding me since I wouldn't have my own arms to do it myself anymore. I would have them continue to my head and then once I'm just a head they would move from the back of it towards my face. After this I would just be a face and they would continue grinding my face until I'm just lips. Just lips smoking the final bits of myself.

>>19402588
>>19402577
CHECK'T!!!11!1!!1!!

Take a look at your email, friends. I have updated the poem, simply took screenshots of the words from a dictionary, added a translation key on the bottom.

>>19402659
the editor changes but the email never does
lamp.lit.magazine@gmail.com
admin@lampbylit.com
>>19402673
>added
>>19402699
this thread is blessed by holy digits

>>19402230
yes i am he

>>19402217
Dont know if this is something you are looking for

Posted from the poetry thread.
I've literally got hundreds of these, as i write them almost as dairy entries.

>>19402217
Hi Editor. KGF here.
I'll send my piece "Shiva's Phallus" on Wednesday. It's an 8 page long document I've leaked from the Pentagon. I would send it to WikiLeaks but those guys are pussies.
Hope you guys will like.

#votekanye

>>19403654

I like it

Want to submit more writing for &amp, haven't submitted since the inaugural issue. Don't know what to write.

>>19402217
might like this pic i took in town

>>19404261
(must be flipped obviously)

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>>19403755
checked. looking forward to it.
>>19404258
something always happens when the time is right. consider writing something for the final issue of the year, that way your contributions will be symmetrical.
>>19404261
added

>>19404154
Thanks.
I aim for a local, cozy feeling

You know what, since my "Shiva's Phallus" document leak will take a while, I will write a short burgerpunk story in case you guys are missing fiction

>>19402217

STEAL THIS STORY

>the story of a placentophagist mafia that sells ripe placentas for a high price in the black market. a celebrity placenta is considered a valuable "vintage"

Is there a word count limit on submissions?

>>19407109
no.
if it's over 5k maybe submit it via the online submission form and i can make it private so nobody reads it prerelease. online submission makes it easy to format for print.

Writing like a schizo retard does not make you skilled or profound.

>>19407821
Thanks. I got a good one. I think I'll submit it here since I'm too lazy to find other places to submit.

>>19407954
that's what i like to hear.
>>19407836
that's where you're wrong, kiddo