/lit/ - Literature

>>21598812

>>21598812
My diary desu

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Siddhartha

>>21598812
Moby dick, lolita, antichrist, thomas Bernhard the loser, all literally me, like totally lol

>>21598812
My Zootopia Fanfiction.

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There are two losers inside of me. One of them is a spinozian prophet and the other is a fearful jesuit. They both are pissing side by side.

>>21598812
You posted it lad

>>21599158
Was gonna post this

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Notes from underground

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pic related+white nights on the right

>>21598812
I related

>>21598812
I am legend. I feel alone annd evryone around me feel like monsters.

>>21601604
Found the faggot

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Walden

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91gT68xeDMM

>>21598819
kys

>>21598812
I've been feeling more and more like Winston just replace Big Brother with a rainbow flag. Especially when I think about my childhood remembering a world before the internet.

>>21601604
faggot

>>21603467
It was a sexy day in April, and the novelty pink clock with penises for clock hands were striking thirteen. His name is Wankston Fist- his chin nuzzled into his huge tits in an effort to escape the vile gusts of windy wind- slipped quickly through the tight fuzzy doors of the ‘Vic-Titty Man-Shins’ hotel, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust and glitter from entering along with him.

The pink hallway smelt of boiled fleshlights and old sex toys. At one end of it a pretty poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall- likely by a sexy man. It depicted simply an enormous gay face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a biker moustache and daddy-esque features. Wankston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the elevator (which tenants had nicknamed ‘The Pleasure Shaft’) as it was always packed with the horniest of cornholers.

The flat was seven flights up, and Wankston, who was 18, was still recovering from the other night when he pounded a sexy slut. He went slowly, resting several times to catch his breath and check his DM’s. On each floor, opposite the elevator-shaft, the sexy poster with the sexy face gazed from the wall. Eyes so large, it felt as though they were following you. BIG STEP BROTHER IS WANKING OFF TO YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

>>21603659
Inside the flat a lispy voice was sassily reading out a list of figures in a sarcastic and patronizing tone. The list had something to do with the production of piss for the town piss pigs. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque with two circular pieces of metal that seemed to hang below it, flanking the left and right lower corners respectively. Wankston cranked a knob and the voice sank somewhat, though the sarcasm and passive aggressiveness were still everpresent. The instrument (the telescreen is what it was originally called, but had later become colloquially known as ‘The Daddy Box’) could be volume adjusted to a point, but the only way to silence it completely was to not wank off for a few weeks- then have a big wank session in front of it. The facial recognition system built into the instrument would scan the users face for signs of extreme pleasure. A show of such pleasure would in turn cause the instrument itself to become horny. The instrument would then extend two mechanical arms and a mechanical appendage. The instrument would then begin masturbating itself- moaning loudly throughout. At the end of the process, the instrument would spray a foam like substance from its mechanical appendage to signify that the process was complete. The mechanical extensions of the instrument would then retract and the instrument would become unresponsive and silent for 48 hours. Yes, it was possible to silence it- but for that silence came a burden even the strongest of men would deem uncarryable. Wankston moved over to the window: he had a smallish, sexy figure. The meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the pink overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was well kept, his face perfect- strangely not marked by wrinkles despite years of smiling and winking and various other facial expressions I don’t have time to go into. His skin glowing thanks to the moisturizing routine he’d been following.

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Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked fabulous. The sky was full of rainbows and the land filled with nightclubs. The man. His posters plastered everywhere. His mustache black like leather. His leather black as his mustache. His posters gazed gayly from every sexy corner. BIG STEP BROTHER IS WANKING OFF TO YOU.

In the far distance a pink helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a humming bird, and darted away again with a curving flight. Curved much like a banana. It was the gay police patrol, snooping into people’s windows. Making sure everyone was having crazy sex. The sex patrols did not matter, however. Only the Jorts Police mattered. Behind Wankston’s back the voice from the telescreen (‘The Daddy Box’ (it’s nickname- explained earlier in the book)) was still babbling away about piss pigs and the total liquid satiation of all piss starved citizens. The telescreen (‘The Daddy Box’ (it’s nickname- explained earlier in the book)) could receive and transmit simultaneously. Any sound that Wankston made,
above the level of a very gay whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being gayly watched at any given moment.

>>21599158
neata

>>21598812
I feel like both of titular characters at different times but mostly relate with the concepts regarding the dialectic of reason and passion through the mediation of desire and art.

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