/lit/ - Literature

beep beep beep
augh too many carrs!

>>19672978
Beautiful honestly, in a 21st century dystopian kind of way. Maybe it's just the pretty colours however. It would suck being stuck in this traffic while having to hold in a shit and knowing you won't be home for another 2.5 hours.

The river of lights runs white and red, emphasising the darkness that flanks it on both sides. Those beneath the burning city lights are no doubt autonomous, they have their own lives, their own pains. But if one is to look at them from above, as I am doing now, all these individuals, good and bad, melt into one. Complicated human beings become nothing more than worker ants heaving along the road in unison. Worse still, I lose part of my humanity. One cannot empathise with a homogenous mass, and if a meteor were to fall from the sky and decimate this electric river, I could not weep. One does not grieve a horde of ants. Once again, the beauty of man's creations is obliterated by the mechanical tendency to illuminate the shortcomings of the human soul.

>>19672978
Cagie cagie
Pay your taxes
Wagie, to drive your
Cagie for your Wagie

>>19672978
poland stronk

>>19672978
It was the strangest thing ever: the Polish cloud above my city began raining white and red. I thought about Ewa Sonnet, as the bumper to bumper traffic on the freeway began to float. Or was the red and white just taillights and headlights? Nothing more?

Also >>19674751

>>19674730
>runs

>>19672978
winter is here
so are they
air is coughing
please forgive me

>>19672978
gay niggas driving,
gay american niggas think they be,
thriving
niggas over here and niggas over there,
everywhere i look they are damn niggas,
everywhere

'Polacks could be here', he thought.
'With a car they can go wherever they want'.

>>19672978
>>19672994
imagine the smell

>>19674730
Nice

From codified and ignited earth springs forth the strength of a million stallions. Each jitters and trembles, each rattles and shivers. Beauty is lined for them and duly they take it. A land's pride sired their shouts take place of air. And earth that they are sprint upon earth's own sap, be it silver or sable. All far-sought life, with ferver they hum, every being advancing the moment they're can.

IS THAT... HEAVY TRAFFIC?! WE TRULY LIVE IN A SOCIETY! HELP ME NIGGERMAN!

>>19672978
AAAAAAAAAAHHHH I'M LITERALLY GOING INSANE AAAAAHHHH I FEEL ALIENATED PLEASE HELP ME TREES AAAAAAAHHHHHHH

>>19672978
Bloodlines and lymph vessels pulsing and pouring their sodium vapor and xenon illuminated worker bees. It's hard to not make analogies about the body seeing the trickling streams of traffic jamming into and out of the city. Some said the city was the brain, the nerve center, the place calling the shots for the rest of the country. Judging from the hundreds of vehicles sitting at a stand still below me the city was about to die of hypoxia. I was happy. I would never again swear and took under the inane yoke of syndicated talk radio in my car. I would not have suppress the daydreams of smashing the gas pedal and careening into city hall. I was out. Gone. Done. The chattering classes can keep the world they ruined.

>>19675475
*Never again be taken under the inane yoke

>>19672978
anon can you hit the tv again the reception has gone to complete shit

>>19675089
?

>>19672978
The white ones are going east and the red ones are going west. That's how you can tell the different; they did that on purpose.

>>19675089
hoping this is bait

>>19672978
This is the absolute pinnacle of civilization, by the way. The American cornucopia may seem repugnant to the untrained eye, but for a people that profoundly understands the nature of life, this is delightful.
This aforementioned nature is, of course, that money must flow. You could transport workers to and fro in a more organized, clean, short and overall cheaper manner, but a metro system is a cash sink for the government. Millions of cars, however, are a boon to the economy. Value chains from iron ore to circuit boards making money by the minute. That some of those value chains are reliant on China is a must: without the influx of cheaper Chinese goods, America couldn't have kept its high standard of living whilst keeping its stagnant salaries - which are in turn necessary for the financial health of the business class, the wardens of the American cornucopia.
Japs, Europoors and eventually the Chinese will experience some affluence, but nothing will ever come close to the abundance Americans can display in this picture.

>>19672978
Among the stars, us stripes.

I sat immured within walls of gun-metal transportations. To my left and to my right, aft of my back and as far as my eyes could see, the sight of a million-strong Amerimutts (La Atricdados De Las Americanas they would call them in hushed tones in faraway speakeasies), hooting and hollering one and the all.

Their purile shrieks betrayed their pineal-suppressed visages. Beads of sweat lay like overgrowth upon their greasy faces and oppressive clouds of swamp-ass had now frosted the windows of their vehicles, a small respite at least from the sight of their swine-like noses and rotund midsections; from their ebonic lingua franca and from their fifty-six percent countenances.

The Magic Tree could not abate the roaring tempest of bacterium forming. It permeated tempered glass. The miasma thickened. I pulled the window shut, braving the California heat. "Either way I'm already in Hell." I mumbled acceptingly.

Ellen was beginning in fifteen minutes, and the Amermutt would be late; "How can I microwave a pizza, make a tick-tok AND put my automatic into park in FIFTEEN MINUTES?!"

The smell grew still. Suspensions creaked and squeaked as much as restlessness swelled. Mud-flaps made contact with cracked concrete and Afro-Americans without a license began to stir, their jaundiced eyes scanning the mile-long stretch of congested traffic for trouble to quell their anxiousness and boredom.

I could not find comfort in faint glows of light from neon signs or from storefronts. Ronald McDonald and The Burger King - Scions of this land - shone like demonic vestiges in the night, mocking me for my transgressions into the land of their servile masses.

As I lay there expecting a gun shot or to be rear-ended by a melanated gentleman, I could not shake the feeling of what one in my position would say if they could see me in my predicament:

"Imagine The Smell."

>>19672978
OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

AJA WHEN ALL MY DIME DANCING IS THROUGH I RUN TOOOOOOO YOOUUUUUUU

Spooks

>>19674730
>Once again, the beauty of man's creations is obliterated by the mechanical tendency to illuminate the shortcomings of the human soul.
Wtf are you saying, pseud

>>19672978
Is that the 405 in LA? Michael Connelly writes about it in every fucking one of his books.

>>19672978
Cars were convenient until everyone got one.

>>19672978
Coming and going, and going nowhere at all. We capture an inch here, a foot there. The drivers beside and in front of me are my brothers in arms - who is my brother but he who struggles with me? - an armored division making its way through the asphalt treacle.

>>19672978
Lots of traffic - like he gave a shit.
Far more interesting was the prospect of jacking off in his car. He preferred to jack off during his morning commute, and contrary to what one might believe, it's actually far easier to masturbate at cruising speed than it is while in slow moving jams.
Not that the physical task is necessarily made easier, but the mental load of knowing that there are people sitting right next to you; which did give him a certain type of excitement; who could possibly catch you in the act, made paying attention to his carefully procured erotica difficult.
And while he knew perfectly well that no one would be able to see below about the chest area, it's always possible that a truck could be tall enough to see over the doors frame and down into the seat that he'd lowered down as far as it would go or even likelier was an 18-wheeler which he was certain had the clearance that if you were looking down on his passengers side that you could theoretically see into his lap and if lost in the ecstasy there's a chance he wouldn't notice it creeping alongside him until it was possibly too late.
This meant slipping his member out of his zipper hole and fapping freely was more nerve racking and possibly pleasurable than he was ready for. Doing the physical motion of stroking while having it in his pants just felt clunky and strange, so in these situations he chose to rub his cock head with his hand sandwiched in between his underwear and pants using the formers slightly abrasive cotton fabric to polish his cock head like a Christmas ornament. His cock head somewhat resembled a christmas ornament. Fat. Red. Shiny. Angry. Sometimes his cock head seemed so angry that it functioned more like a balloon and the semen was stored in there and he just had to rub its tight exterior until it popped and spewed goo. The gritty texture of briefs gave the same pleasurable type of pain that came from from tounguing the ulcers he sometimes got from biting the inside walls of his mouth from his overgrown teeth - like a searing jolt that kind of spread out and made a ring of warm hurt that he'd continually stroke until it was homogeneous with the warm nothing that the rest of the body was comprised of.
God did his cock head fell good.

>>19678894
Didn't read. You suck.

Traffic... Damn...

>>19672978
Time stuck. Dreary socioeconomic units congealed into a buildup of plaque. Coronary disease of the city. A congested artery full of people with congested arteries . The collective pain of needing to be somewhere all at once. Going nowhere. An absurd urgency killing all. The full tedium of the rat race in glittering red and white; missing only perhaps the blue of the flag of the country in which it is a daily phenomenon, a lifestyle. The leading cause of death. A mass sigh of frustration rises up all at once. The futile blare of horns, each driver blaming the next one in front of them though they are all part of the same disease.

>>19672978
I took a glance out at the view of the concrete jungle and was reminded like a god damn hammer hitting point blank between my eyes how dreadful and contained and merciless cities are. How so much crime and destitution could happen in a day then more than twenty years in a small rural town. But small towns had their secrets, no doubt.

>>19672978
IDK nigga I rida da train

>>19672978
And the river went on.
And road went flashing red in the windshield.
And the hundred impatient hands gripped to faux leather wheels flexed and relaxed and twisted the volume before letting out a breath.
And a hundred passengers watched their phones, ground their teeth, reevaluated just how they loved the driver and if it really could go on forever. Everything LA was temporary, after all.
And they looked over the barricade wondering why in the hell anyone would be going south - much less live there.
And they all were perfectly angry
And the all were perfectly content.
Something held by the smog and the impatient minute hand made sure of that — an American contentment found in something like a neighborly revulsion.

>>19672978
The American dream of the automobile promises lavish status and the freedom to travel wherever you wish. From the high rise you witness the city's smoky veins gridlocked with countless hundreds of these machines, imprisoned by the freedom of automobiles on their way to nowhere, departing from nowhere. And nowhere they will forever remain, eternally nondescript gears in the great machine.

>>19672978
its some cars and shit

>>19672978
The two red lights in front of me are alternating bright and dim. I roll up my windows to not breath in the exhaust around me. It hugs the cold bones of the earth like a black carcinogen fog. I breath my treated air instead, which is healthier, they say.

I stare at the two red lights and they stare back. Like two red eyes I follow them to stretching dark. If they stop so do I, and if they go I do too. I keep one eye on the clock which limps minute to minute as we hardly move. The radio weaves discursive jingles like threads in out and out my notice. I think. Its far away like an echo down a tunnel. I will not remember this moment. Tonight or Tomorrow, In ten years or ten minutes. Its all the same and same again. A waking sleep from which I get no rest. Like here, behind the wheel, Where a constant haze of low alert numbs my fingertips to my soul and all my world dims to dark except for two red lights that brighten and slow to a full stop.

Sometimes terror like a bolt shoots through the haze like when I watch my mirrors and check my blind spot and signal to change lanes, and see the angry shadows of my fellow drivers glaring at me, daring me to try.

I'm tired and my head feels full of feathers. I limp car length by car length towards my bed. Towards my pillow so I can sleep before I pry my eyelids awake again to do it again in the cold AM December dark again; I'll awake and stop and go and forget it too, like I did the day before, and before that, and so on. Up ahead I think I see it, I think I can see the sirens flashing red surrounding the crash that bottlenecked us here in the first place. The crash which keeps me from my pillow and keeps the shadows around me angry and ill content. I see the gurney and bandages and bloody sheets being loaded in a truck to deal with elsewhere.
Tomorrow, I hope, it might be me.

>>19672978
From here it's hard to believe each one of those break and headlights down there represents a person like me, with hope, with dreams they've yet to accomplish. A person with a family and a history, and contradictions and quirks and idiosyncrasies, they're all so different. But from here they're just lights. They become not they but this, a celestial body of light comprised of imperishable souls, working together to form something beautiful. I'm sure the red ones are having a harder time stuck in traffic, but soon they'll leave the stream of lights but the stream itself will remain. One day each light will be extinguished; we're just a little light playing our part to make something so beautiful which unfortunately we'll never fully have perspective of

>>19672978
test

>>19672978
Go work, go home, rite of the lone in cycle of doom, go on.

>>19672978
The yin and yang of the LA lights from the air. Leave me with longing and despair. For they stay and I go, with nothing to show.

>>19672978
...and suddenly I understood the use of B52's carpet bombing on Vietnam

>>19678989
bit ham-fisted but I like the idea

>>19675158
This is hilarious

>>19678894
I usually throw a jacket over my lap, me.

>>19672978
I am sitting in my car, surrounded by cagies and wagies. My back is slouched against the worn faux leather with my elbow pointing out the window. It's a hot night as always out here in LA, dry air, congested traffic and irritating heat that was fighting against the AC in this 14 year old Corolla.

I am finally on it. It's painfully slow but acceptable nonetheless. Ahead of me is a flock of sheep with bright red eyes blinking at me constantly. On my left is another heard with whitened eyes that has that hint of yellow you could never properly describe. As I move along, I sit and imagine the livelihood of my neighbours among the flock. The postage worker on my right is exhausted which is shown through his drunken dad stubble on his chin. On my right is some hamplanet whose screaching at her kid who was just picked up from Little Leagues was drowned out by a Kids Bop CD. I sat and wondered what happened when they got 'home'.

And I did it over and over again.

>>19676718
That's actually a wonderfully poetic line without the image.

>>19674730
It's not a shortcoming it's fucking road safety

>>19672978
>>19678448
Learn to work the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel

>>19675158

>>19675475

Looking from above my teletronic traffic monitor shone with a beautiful indonesian dream, I happened to rally with a flash of patriotic pride then in mechanical obeyance to road law I crept forward and my ankle started to cramp.

>>19672978
Back cars are red
Front cars white
Town mostly black,
Not very bright

holy shit this thread is fucking hilarious. so many of you faggots take yourselves way too seriously. 85% of the responses are so contrived, i can't help but kek.

pro tip: using overly complicated language often takes away from the essence of whatever you're writing. just be more natural, show us who you are. writing is meant to be expressive.

let it flow.

>>19683533
You seem like an astute critic, rate my poem please: >>19683030.
In b4 "it was supposed to be prose", OP is a faggot, and is not to be listened to.

>>19683554
i actually really like it, it's simple and i can tell you've got a sense of humor. very natural, thank you anon

>>19683563
You're welcome, glad you liked it. I was pretty confident it was incredible, but thought I'd check just to be sure.

>>19683569
Write a collection of poems and btfo the normie whores who think that writing about their fat naked bodies is art. I would definitely pay $15 at Barnes & Noble for your writing

>>19683575
'Kay.
Not even joking, actually, that sounds fun, and absurd shitpost-level poetry is something I can pretty effortlessly produce voluminous quantities of, so it probably wouldn't even take that long. Thanks for the idea, off to bed for now.

>>19672978
Traffic is.... LE BAD

>>19683587
night bro, better see your writing on a shelf one day!

"Oh say can you see?!" said the Blind man.

i thought i was stuck
in traffic but then i woke
i realized all this time
i was stuck inside
my insecurities
i happy now
-ruppy car

The pacing is such that you'd be envious of a wild snail, free to move wherever at his leisure; where the slightest movement will fool you into believing that your goal is attainable in the near future. Even Sisyphus would pity those whom the Fates ordained this to. His was nowhere near as cruel. They, enslaved, moving along their queues to their own homes for a pittance of rest. The cold ruby glow and the pale white eyes move in pairs, opposite each other, stumbling in the dark. They share the same fates, despite their directions. The stark black of night and unforgiving city boxes then in, keeping them in check, holding them in place. To what end? Rest for but a brief moment, when they can finally arrive at Avalon. But it is short lived, the night is already deep, the caged animal knows this. And it's not long before it will start again. I just have to make it through this week and I'll be fine.

>>19672978
From the wild reaches of some night-shrouded parking structure, a lone Mitsbishi pitched back its head and howled, raising a stir among the travel-weary caravans of our caravan. The hairs prickled on the dash of my Toyota. It revved its engine, idling with uncertainty. "Easy, girl" I murmured, and patted the glove box. This always calmed her down in these situations. An incoming car smacked its lips and stared warily across the meridian, unsure if we were friend or foe. My gaze met the driver's and I offered a polite smile. They were headed back along the trail, and chances were we would never meet again, but the company of strangers was a welcome deterrent against the dangers of the night. 'Harley Davidsons hunt in the dark' I thought, and shuddered.

>>19672978
I got in my car, it was late and I was burdened with an elaborate display of systemic inability and incompetence. It had no real reason to occur but will continue to occur as city planners continually fail. When I rolled down my window, I had expected a polluted smog: thick air pollution, combined with severe heat that dries the grass and stains the sky. Instead, it stung the left side of my cheek and the air permitted brief deposits of engine fumes.

Burgerstan is fucked, yo.

>>19672978
In arteries of nocturnal fury whence spectrous forms fleet hither, yonder, and hither again, nary a soul doth cry out with human truth, lest it be o'ercast in the thund'ring mechanical deluge of industrial "progress". This quote, dear reader, is ironic, but what is irony but a frail bastion whose impotent virilitude crumbles afore the hypocrisies and self-ingratiating profitous pursuits of reality's dastardly senselessnesses? Like daemonical instruments of chaos, the horns of hell doth peal in acrimonious lamentations, disturbing this tangent of philosophical inquiry. But from whence, such an ingracious stampede of inhuman cattle, so fast and bulbous in manifold manifestations of bad red and white dots whose synchrony conspires to cleave in twain the black, dark, night? In all our hearts, the answer lies bound in chains of deception, lies, and wrongth. But whispers of truth echo withinst the empty brains of the masses, who, ironically, go to mass to fill their brains, and return to their bestial existence filled not with intellectual learning but with the lies of a selfish and evil organization masquerading as faith, whose loathsome hypocrisies blanket the world like a shadow, blinding the feeble minds of their voters from comprehending even the slightest virtues of scientific truth, logic, honesty, or caring, such that they live forever doomed to a lifetime of robotic, cubicle-bound herditude in their factory-produced cars and buildings and jobs, which, of course, are themselves a product of the soulless parasitical vulturous institutions who profit off the exploitation of workers and cause pain and suffering without the merest care towards their victims.

Fascists gotta go fasct, because they're running from the truth, but they cannot outrun themselves. And this is where the true truth lies.

>>19672978
The steering wheel held its bite as the man's hands slapped palm-first against the molded plastic - It wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
The miasmic atmosphere passed freely into the car, around the frayed weather tubing and radiating in from the engine compartment. He coughed and thought he could make out a whiff of the heat-trapped asphalt beneath him, then just as soon he was choking on the emergence of a malodorous universe which rode it. It was a visceral taste, like drinking motor oil to wash down a cigarette. Burnt rubber insulators as cars began to overheat, thinning out the herd around him like an omnipresent predator... Was he going to be next?
The jeering of a car horn roused him from the fume induced madness. Raising his head, he found the front car had moved again. Inches on the mile, he thought, once again resting his eyes. When he opened them again the 6 lane highway was completely empty. Cautiously he rolled down the window. Absolute silence, broken by a curt breeze. For the first time in a long time, he cried with relief.

>>19672978
I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.

As evidenced by the multiple yellow dots glowing in the pitch black, the cluster of neurons that is a city relied on electricity to keep it alive. An eye in the sky saw a motorcade flowing through the streets like a vein of blood, providing the other necessity of life, pumping it to the darkest corners of the metropolis. One way went the innumerable white cells. The other, the red.

>>19672978
Niggers and kikes. Nothing but motherfucking niggers and kikes. This is LA after all. You know what would have made this traffic jam better? If it didn't have so many fucking niggers and kikes in it. And women too. About half of these cars are driven by women who shouldn't be driving. The Saudi Arabians had it right. Until the fucking kikes got in there and meddled in their affairs of course. Nowhere is safe from the kikes it seems. Only the Taliban have it right now. They're right about this Satan known as the West, right about kikes, right about women, right about fucking everything. Fuck this shithole.

>>19674747
We drive our cars everyday
to and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
to drive our cars to work each day

>>19684164
>impotent
Nothing screams projection quite like the use of this word. Stopped there.

>>19672978

The traffic swam on beautifully, if slowly at times. Every American driver and passenger was sincerely and consciously glad to be able to go wherever they pleased all the time in a car, without regard for homosexual European sentiments such as "walkability". And they were right in their feelings, in every way that it is possible to be right in one's feelings. After all, communism had been defeated once and for all.

Then, one day, the freeway was sparse. Along sped a White Bronco.

>>19677759
10/10. Bravo!

>>19677759
Still laughing as I re-read this. What else have you written?

>>19677759
Famous author spotted. Very nice.

The american daydreams
While tyrone fucks
His wife

>>19672978
should taken the subway

>>19672978
A clogged vein of traffic. It pushes through its automotive disease, delivering its fat human load toward the heart of the robotic carcass of the city.

>>19684643
With a car, you can go anywhere you want... almost!

>>19672978

A sine wave, its ripples and changes, are all periodic functions.

>>19677759
What is a "pineal-suppressed visage"?

>>19677759
>Amerimutts
Someone fell for the psyop

>>19677759
editor's note - - -- replace 'mumbled acceptingly' with 'roared'

do not be soft

>>19674730
Fucking Cringe.