automatic writing thread

[Anonymous No.13249999]

Let your subconscious do all the work

[Anonymous No.13250007]

Keltwoner Seoenjfikdpdofojioefniefj js=skkdif efioefneifnvinefie.

[Anonymous No.13250078]

who else had a burn or else taken else the marrow from the bone

[Anonymous No.13250318]

Real nigga shit I mean real nigga shit. Slap a nigga kill a nigga take a fucking shit

[Anonymous No.13250349]

>>13249999
All those dumb niggers. I mean, if I want to order a burger, I mean a FUCKING BURGER. Look at this niggers stupid monkey face. GO BACK TO AFRICA YOU STUPID NIGGER: Yeah, that's right. I'm talking to you! Watcha lookin at?

[Anonymous No.13250386]

I want to die i don’t really but this thought keeps popping into my head because I want to experience the Oneness again even though im not suicidal or depressed anymore since I overdosed on lsd and weed a few years ago and unironically believe in some kind of form of meme panpsychism and the delusion that I experienced “the One” only I don’t really believe it’s a delusion I don’t know if I fried my brain or I had a real spiritual awakening it just felt so real but ever since that moment I’m just content with my life and it’s been a steady way up up up it’s only getting better every year I finally was able to stop drinking and taking harmful drugs no cravings anymore whatsoever I stopped lying to my friends and to myself I connected more with my family and friends and I’m trying my best to make the people around me happy not to make myself happy because I don’t exist the the ego is an illusion and the universe is a giant loop I am literally the universe which is a giant consciousness and i will have to experience every single life every pain every pleasure over and over again because there’s nothing for God to do except to cut Himself from Himself and experience the finite instead of the infinite to give Himself the illusion of something novel at least for some time until one will go have to join The One again inevitably because there’s nothing else to do if you are the infinite and everything

Habe fun with my schizophrenia word salad

[Anonymous No.13250398]

lIKE DO i CLOSE MY EYES OR WHAT THAT'S KINDA STUPIF WHAT DID YOU EVEN MEAN BY THIS OH WELL i MEAN i SURE HOPE THIS IS MISSPELLT AND THAT

*INHALE**

MY KEYBOARD ISNT SLIGHTLY OUT OF POSITION. THAT'D SUCK HAHA. lOL. nIGGER NIGGER NIGGE R NIGGER NIGGER i'M SUPPOSED TO ME MAKING WEED, MECKA HOLK SNABBA CASH MECKA FETING BROR MEN JAG KÄNNER INTE DIRREKT FÖR DET

[Anonymous No.13250455]

>>13249999
One hundred different writings and all you can find is just a load of gibberish cast down from generation to generation, intent only on hurting the masses with strange and new ideas. You too can be part of this mass and subscribe to the quickening that is loss of brain cells.

[Anonymous No.13250508]

>ITT: Just a bunch of people posting „NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER“

What did I even expect from /lit/

[Anonymous No.13250512]

[Anonymous No.13250609]

Thanks for the update and for me to get a new one and it was a pleasure to meet you and your family are you going to be home for the day and time works for you and I'll make sure to get the rest of the week and I will be there is a lot of the time I get home from work until to the house and get back to you on that one and the other one is a little more than I can say is that you are you still looking for a job in your company and the other one is a little more than I can say is that you are going to be in the office tomorrow and will be back in the office tomorrow and will be back in the office tomorrow and will be back in the office tomorrow and will be back in the office tomorrow and will be back in the office on the way home from the gym and then I will be able to get it done before the end of the day I was in the shower and then I will be able to get it done before the end of the day I was in the shower.

[Anonymous No.13250645]

>>13249999
One of the centaurs leaned close to Amelia and whispered, "Expedite the process, to completion."

Amelia turned her head slightly, not taking her eyes off Rania, whose freckles were growing, spreading and merging beneath beads of sweat. "Kiss her," the centaur urged. She nodded, leaned forward on the rail and touched her lips to Rania's, tasting her heated, fitful breath along with a trace of the bitter fluid. Rania's tongue fluttered; she gave a quiet, almost despairing "oh" and convulsed, throwing her head back. Amelia sat back and stared with amazement as a stream of thick, glowing purple liquid flooded from a channel along the underside of the erection, splashing around the inner curve of the flask, gathering like mercury. Rania gasped, gritted her teeth and moaned, eyes squeezed shut, a single tear clinging to her lashes as she forced a second load of fluid into the flask, then a third. She clawed at the wheel, stopping the second piston, and shook helplessly as she fired a fourth pulse - longer than the others - then collapsed into Amelia's arms, gasping for breath, her breasts juddering. Rania's erection retracted into her labial folds, reminding Amelia of a snail's eyestalk.

One of the centaurs tilted the flask back, the glowing purple swirling lazily inside, while the others helped Amelia to lift Rania out of the engine recess and onto the bed of the transport. They then set about closing the front shell. Rania's breasts shifted within her mesh top as she rolled onto her back, laughing helplessly, fingertips of clawed fingers skidding across the metal beneath. For a moment Amelia was reminded of Simaion in the snow, behind the hotel, back on Earth. She frowned, then shook her head and retrieved the clothes, helped Rania into her leggings, got the jeans up to her knees. Rania crawled to the edge of the transport bed and Amelia helped her down to the floor. As soon as they were both clear, the transport turned and ran to the edge of the notch, then leaped off into the bright glare.

While Amelia dragged her over toward the seats, Rania managed to button her jeans and get one of her boots on. She half sat up and regarded her new cleavage with a mixture of dismay and pride. "This would probably look less impressive under Earth's gravity. Oh," remembering something, "it's mostly water. How thirsty are you?"

Amelia didn't have to think about it. She lifted the lower hem of Rania's top, cupped her breasts in both hands, trapped the nipples between her fingers and gently squeezed. Rania bit her lower lip, her breath catching slightly, then deeper as Amelia pressed her breasts together, leaned down and took both nipples between her lips. She smiled and tickled one nipple then the other with her tongue; Rania gasped, put her hands over Amelia's and squeezed harder, then harder still, wincing slightly. "It's not working."

god damn it this always happens

[Anonymous No.13250741]

I am a ghost of sand creating golden awe from shapes in the watery moth
They call me the van, the next trekker in a forsaken law, only serving the house of the Andean steppe.
Few know that what happens after leaving your ego is just going through another space, being a member of those who can contact with the gazing sun.

[Anonymous No.13250858]

nothing i do really has any consequence lmao

im sitting here at the starbucks, it kind of sucks because every time i get kind of big in a webgame the internet craps out and i freeze for a few seconds whil everyone else gets to move at superspeed and i die instantly. kind of sucks lmao but still kind of fun i guess.

theres some stuff im supposed to be doing for work but no one really cares or will really notice if i do it or not. so whatever

i eat like a pig i can eat whatever i want and i always weigh 150lbs. it always takes me a couple weeks to get up to 315 squat when i get back into lifting but i cant ever get much higher than that. it's a decent working weight, nothing impressive but decent and healthy.

my brain is swiss cheese, i have allowed myself to become this. im really tired but when i lay down i cant fall asleep. im watching animes now but i cat really get into any of the characters?? tonight before bed i might read some Gravitys Rainbow which i've ben reading for 6 months now. its a good book i guess, im in part 3. it just kind of makes me dizzy.

i just tried the new DRAGON drink, its a fun color. its pretty good i guess. spotify discover weekly suggests me music it thinks ill like and it does a pretty good job sometimes, this music is pretty good. i think ill have an energy drink tonight, not sure what flavor. theres lots of new ones to try.

i live off of sometimes mcdonalds and sometimes wendys, i park wherever i want, i get tickets sometimes, i got towed once, citations come out of a bank account that i never look at, it's balance stays mostly constant, lowish but enough for me to live like this

[Anonymous No.13250894]

>>13250318
xxxtra high quality

>>13250386
dumb. do better

>>13250645
stop watching porn

lol at 'nigger' occupying so much of so many anons' stream of consciousness hahahaah

[Anonymous No.13250920]

A way a long a last a lon a
Just took a nap and a big ol nap itwas and strange it is because i seldom, rarely nap, i really dont really o it, so pyes i naappes for about rhree hours a d i woke up and felt all eeird as usual after a nap, wich is not usual .ay i add since as ive said i sont really nap heh. Anyway i napped, and the weird sensation thag i described was this: maybe actually on second thought it isnt a strange feeling but a mood change. Yes its a mood change. It varies, because you wake up, and by that i mean that i wake up, i wake up feelig some deep rancor embedded in my bones, and all it takes is it takes time for i lt to leak and pollute the nearby bones of pther people whom i may interact with i guess. It seeps from you and latches onto nearby possible aufferers.
Anyas thtaa is for .y blogpoat i dont rrally thunk m still moody as pf yet. Phonepostin btw :^) so thats for the gross misspelings. But you can take it as joycean art if you want.

[Anonymous No.13250948]

i hope i die in my sleep today

[Anonymous No.13250981]

capered nut shell scallop opening red liquid twickle grab the flashlight it's a tongue where's the tweezers that splinter in March in that ziploc on the bookshelf behind Rad Racer come here fucker your wiggle is mine dip and retract mini-chinese food brood warp ick pick pick got it the YANK tweezer tips in pistachio wood blood punky snake winded wetlike curling my probe pincush pressure pulls the pads of my fingers to the mouth of the gnardshell can it chomp into me and take the tip of my darling digit into the dark rounded back of the armored seed snack and whatever black well of soft savory hell lies past the interior bend of this nut's rounded end let go or lose choose afterward snooze

[Anonymous No.13251072]

>stop watching porn

i stopped watching porn years ago

also that full document is around 40,000 words so far

[Anonymous No.13251145]

I used to spend a lot of my time staring into the sky thinking of all the lies I told those I've loved. Well, I say used to, but I still do that today. For some reason I enjoy it, I love the little rush of making up a story and having to dance with my words in a way that is believable to those observing.
I hate myself. So much of my time has already been wasted, so many opportunities, including my end by my hands, has been postponed or lost due to how passive I am. I would blame my mother, but she's even more passive than me and that terrifies me. What if every weakness she has is currently my own, so far my eyes share similar disadvantages as hers, my minds seems to as well and worst of all my will does also.
I love myself? It's still a new concept to me, it's still foreign, the idea that I'm worth being loved and love starts from within. I wish there were some sort of manual or tutorial to understand this, I wish I could just treat life like a video game, but there's far too many bugs for me to do so.
I want, I live, I breathe and I hope death has some sweets behind his robes.
I feel like a dumb child and I'm sure other's see how stupid I am. I feel like a cat, and I'm sure other's see how easily frightened I am.

[Anonymous No.13251148]

>>13250894

>hahahaah

You have to go back

[Anonymous No.13251269]

>>13249999

PSA:

ANIMORPHS ARE ACTUALLY THE FUTURE OF THE HUMAN RACE

ANIMORPHS ARE ACTUALLY THE FUTURE IF THE HUMAN RACE

IF YOU LOOK AT THE SWATHES OF SCIENTIFIC EVIDENCE, IT BECOMES CLEAR THAT WE WILL BECOME THOSE PICTURES ON THE FRONT OF THE CHILDRENS BOOKS BEFORE WE ARE EVEN AWARE OF IT. BAFFLED? DONT BE, IT IS SIMPLE TO EXPLAIN: THE INTRODUCTION OF SMART WATER, VAPE FLUID, AND OTHER CONTEMPORARY PHENOMENA, HAS SUBTLY INCREASED THE AMOUNT OF ANIMAL BYPRODUCTS IN OUR HORMONE CHAMBERS (SIC), AND THEREFORE OVER TIME THE TELOMERES -RATHER THAN SHORTENING - BECOME ELONGATED AN BLOATES WITH THE INFORMATION OF ANIMALS.
UPON REACHING A CERTAIN AGE, YPU WILL SPONTANEOUSLY TURN INTO ONE OF THE FOLLOWING ANIMALS, OR PERHAPS ONE NOT EVEN LISTED:
TORTOISE
PELICAN
ALLIGATOR
BISCUIT MOUSE
THE AXOLOTL
IGGY POP
COBRA
MULTIPLE BATS
AND MANY MORE

SOME MAY WELCOME SUCH AN EVENTUALITY - BUT WHAT IF YOU DO NOT WANT THIS? IT IS DIFFICULT, PERHAPS FOLLY, TO ATTEMPT TO REVERSE THE ANIMORPH DESTINY. MANY HAVE TRIED, AND MANY HAVE ENDED UP PERMANENTLY IN WHAT WE CALL THE 'MIDDLE PHASE' - THE ACTOR BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IS JUST ONE TRAGIC EXAMPLE OF THIS.

[Anonymous No.13251522]

The big meme, Murakami. Only recently did I pick up a book of his. Reading the first paragraph quickly turned into reading the first dozen pages, which is as good a mark as it gets for novellistic quality. He wrote, I'm not sure which novel it was, no I am, it was Norwegian Wood, he wrote "I was still at that age were every thought ended up directed at myself, like a boomerang." The "I"' is 19 years old at that point. I still feel this way (I am only a few years older). I felt a pang of recognition and a flush of relief: there is, apparently, hope for change. (I've written pretty much this entire paragraph before. Jesus, what am I doing?) But this half-tipsy, half-tired exercise in ecriture automatique (fuck French) only brings out the most shallow version of this egocentrism. On an unfathomable street with 7 billion palaces of which I own just one, only one, but one as immense and complex as any other, I prefer to spend time only in its portico, neither in nor out, not in the clash between the two, but just...

Christ, who do I hear knocking? Is it that Scotsman, from the Silver Tay Bridge, or whatever? No. Just me, having called myself "poet".

I looked him up. The Tay Bridge guy. It's William McGonagall. Why is he not a /lit/-meme/? Who knows, maybe he is or was. I should probably be thankful I don't keep tabs on this site anymore. If I had a therapist, I know I'd have to admit to him on my next visit: 'Doc, I went to that website again.' I'll probably keep him happy and sign off now.

Eat fruit, take a walk, and have a drink with strangers, my dear, desolate reader.

[Anonymous No.13251533]

I will be there in a few minutes and I'll be there you up to today and tomorrow and I'll let you gain the rest of the time and effort you put into the office and I will be in touch when we get the poison

[Anonymous No.13251687]

>>13251522
comfiest itt.
>Why is he not a /lit/-meme/?
he was, kinda. but I think it was the work of a single shitposter and it never really took off, but the guy is an example to be followed for sure. peak /lit/erary awareness and recognition if you ask me.

[Anonymous No.13253023]

As I pull out my cock a d prepare to masturbate for two hours or so because everyone in the house is asleep I turn on my laptop and am greeted by a veritable smorgasbord of pornography. Should I masturbate to giantess? Perhaps some mother daughter BBW tag team. But alas I decide to go with bbw gilf fart porn and type in the sacred words as my hand snakes its way into my trunks. After seeing one still, an older woman with a tremendous bush, my penis begins to harden. An unimpressive 3 inches of flesh becomes 4, then 5, then 6, and finally 7 inches of meat filled with blood. I change my mind halfway through the masturbation process and decide to look up some mother daughter casting couch porn. I see a young woman that reminds me of my date to the winter formal in 10th grade, I spill my seed thinking about getting my dingus sucked in the parking lot that night 10 years ago.

[Anonymous No.13253042]

Interesting. We can prove, using simple analytic tools, the continuity of the penis' length across the interval [3,7].

[Anonymous No.13253049]

>>13249999
very very gay fundamentally gay you are gay very gay gaygaygay gaaaaaay lole stuff is stuff man i don't know man it be how it is it really be do how is like that you know what??? you my homeslizzle

[Anonymous No.13253052]

They never once went to see how many ducks were located in the river. Only upon their translucence into a phantasmic form could they see the world for what it was. The ducks made themselves apparent. 7.

[Anonymous No.13253060]

>>13249999
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[Anonymous No.13253078]

>>13249999
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[Anonymous No.13253128]

>>13249999
The man looked through the scope of the rifle at the couple sitting complacently with their starbucks lattes close at hand. They laughed with the ease of people like them. People that believed in equality and the folly of their virtue signaling. They never knew the hardships of life outside their safe and contained hazes. They never experienced the pain and tyranny they constantly talked about. But here was their chance by the man. The man in this moment was the force of nature. He was teeth that would tear into their soft flesh. And after this was done, he would forever be the immortal fear their soulless husks. The couple were a start, a nice appetizer before the feast. The real target was the pride parade coming down 5th avenue wearing all it's licentiousness and sin unashamed and boastful. He quickly checked on the hundred round magazines on the counter next to him before sighting in on the interracial couple. Two shots in the space of three seconds. Headshots that tore brain matter in arterial spray. He moved quickly to the sodomites on leashes and pulled the trigger.

[Anonymous No.13253135]

I mus kill the Grey polygons that simultaneously loom and penetrate my life. After that I’m going to go to a festival to penetrate some pussy. Lose myself in the fat folds of my friend who is going to bring me there. I’m not gay, he’s just my friend. I AM gay but not a pederast. Okay there are 1 slash that 2 slash that 3 slash that 4 slash that 5 slash that about 57 cartoon teenage boys I’d probably fuck, I don’t want to think about it.

I just fell asleep without taking my medicine. I have this feeling of inadequacy that permeates my being, ever since I was a freshman in highschool. If I had a cool jean jacket and PUNK PINS (feederz, wipers, CRASS FUCKING CRASS) I would have gotten laid by now. Must mast a moo-cow then die.

I’ve never read Joyce, in fact I’ve read Araby, I should read more. My life up to this point is sort of like Araby, but I shouldn’t take credit for that, no one would realistically make a book about me if they want it to SELL for MONEY, CASH. I should get a JOB, I HAVE A JOB, I HATE IT. It’s quite decent but I’m too incompetent to work with decent things. I don’t see myself living for very long, I’m just being realistic.

[Anonymous No.13253848]

i have nothing to say i never do i dont really know what i would have expected from a thread like this all im thinking about is my typing speed, the inadequacy of this medium to commu my discord notifcations nicate the thing it wants to i try to correct myself account for my writing style interrupt myself with my van going past in the rain splashing water onto the grassown consider red duvet ations but thats not adequate because once i digress as i am stopping myself from doing right now i just trail off into my surroundings but then again when am i not doing that this comes off stupid it comes off self centered im not fucking joyce (nice meme) couldnt pull this off if i tried dont know if this is a good idea op all i can think of is hitting the character limit all i can think of is the responses calling me a cuck cunt pseud certainly not wrong maybe misplaced maybe what ill do is ill post this what the fuck is that animal corssing picture about and then i wont come back to this thread maybe then it will work

the trouble with writing from your subconscious is that the left right linearity of text, writing et cetera imposes order form structure what have you on an experience that has none of it and i feel that inadequacy of that with the clack clack clack of my stupid fucking keyboard watch the page fill up uniformly feel my head hurt scrunch my toes so i can write that im scrunching my toes folds in the red duvet i think thats all ive got thanks im not a robot

[Anonymous No.13253849]

Gugguhjgrunhugggg

[Anonymous No.13253862]

>>13249999
And there he was like an ointment on the wound sure enough his foul annoyance would follow me as a shadow is sure to follow a man - yes he follows me I know it, this damn shadow won't leave my side. Am I stuck with this thing? Oh thou great shadow if but only you had a form. "Oh but if only there was no form to caste the shade" no..no..no...no "but if only there were no light to cast shadow upon form"....


This was fun

[Anonymous No.13253873]

EVERYONE PLEASE RATE MY WORK>>13253862

[Anonymous No.13253892]

>Tfw every subconscious and deep dark unconscious thought for these anons is insecurity and self consciousness

[Anonymous No.13253902]

>>13249999
I am so afraid I don't want to go into day what I am doing I am a failure I always end up in the same rut I want someone to help me help me God I need help I want to be home in my bed this sucks I hate it here suicide is too craven for me to do help me

[Anonymous No.13253908]

>>13253902
to help me is but to starve me for to starve is to go raven mad of the sane, what is the insane if not for the raven mad. You must survive by sanity of the will and not insanity of the mind.

[Anonymous No.13253923]

>>13253848
this is kinda cool

[Anonymous No.13254060]

>>13253923
thank you very much, i was happier with it than i expected, so i stuck around. heres something dumb i made from it.

[Anonymous No.13254086]

I dropped it would be funny for the picture he's said this i think

[Anonymous No.13254165]

>>13253923
what about mine anon?>>13253862

[Anonymous No.13254198]

>>13253862
"but if only there were no light to cast shadow upon the form".... no light. But a flickering candle so emptied out of smoke its flame was snuffed. out.. OUT say I for what dictation does a candle have over my sway "Without me you could not see" said the snuffed candle, *a ghastly shriek "get behind thee Satan" - silence - the flame was snuffed "the flame dead, smoke of the embers, nothing more for it is dead". "My shadow...my shadow, my form... my form, once a haunting figure now a missed crescendo of the long wanted forget. To forget, to forget. The sentimental tragedy. "Who am I now, I a man with no form, I a..a man?".

Do you like my continuation anon?

[Anonymous No.13254208]

>>13254198
pretty good anon though it somewhat lost the random direct inspiritive nature of what I originally wrote it's a better continuation then I could create as I could not create one at all.

[Anonymous No.13254214]

400 elemental penii, and I am but one. If I were to imbue my penis with one of the 4 archetypal elements, it would have to be Earth. Earth would confer it a cool solidity. My sexual partners would squirm in ecstasy in the same manner that a reptile derives pleasure in finding on a hot summers day a shaded granite outcropping on which to rest hot belly

[Anonymous No.13254323]

Qnon qvqst breathless breathtaking as the bsck sun sones the sang seni of sine waves choleric influences who are or are not malignanint its the gaseous forms pf wavery midst and see if you can only see that the fog war dawn makes these things it is it it is it it is the gaseous forms of the fogo of fof gofo dawn bertil

[Anonymous No.13254394]

>>13253892
Not only do I hate myself as a character, I hate myself as a person, and as a physical presence, and as a reaction to others actions. If I was christian I would be gnostic, because it makes the most sense. My conscioussness is trapped in this pale, doughy, grotesque mass of flesh. I don't like LSD because it just heightens it. I havn't gotten disassociated in a while, which is good, but still not that great. Sometimes I feel mute. When my thoughts turn inwards I find it hard to even open my mouth. Like it's not meant for speaking. I hope I make it but I've been hoping that since I was 16 and that was a while ago and when I was 16 I also promised myself that I wouldn't think about suicide until I was 20 and now I'm 20 and the memory reminds me that I still havn't made it. I hope I make it. If I don't make it by 25 I don't know. I hope I make it.

[Anonymous No.13254400]

I just farted and sniffed my own fart. It smells like rotten meat

[Anonymous No.13254406]

My subconcious is just white noise so if I had to write it its like this KRRRSSSHHHHHHZZZKKKKKSSHSHSHSHHH

[Anonymous No.13254442]

>>13254394
Anon that was just simply teenage hormones that you have concocted into a meaningful psychological scenario. However not without weight, I gather your relationship with your father wasn't very good was it?

Become a man and assert yourself within this world. I gather you aren't very attractive, nor very tall, nor very fit, nor very intelligent, nor very creative. However you have that one indefinable core - character and purpose for these two things are so inextricably bound for man he cannot remove one from the other.

[Anonymous No.13254447]

>>13254406
That's not what the subconscious is but I think I understand what you mean - subconscious thought. If so then am I alone in thinking in poems? What I mean is random sentences and poems strung together giving me inoperative knowledge appear to me from my subconscious and oft I gather through this very same intuition from my unconscious totality.

[Anonymous No.13254454]

>>13254406
You sound like a literal NPC

[Anonymous No.13254582]

>>13254447
>am I alone in thinking in poems
nope

[Anonymous No.13254597]

>>13254442
Of course my relationship with my father wasn't very good. That said, I wouldn't say he broke me like he broke my sister. My father was a chad, but now a bitter old man.

I'm of average height, and average (sedentary, not healthy) build. I'm not using either to my advantage, and I'm not attractive, because I carry myself as if I was grotesque.

>Become a man and assert yourself within this world
I am incapable of caring for myself, much less competing with others. The average person intimidates me because I know I'm worth much, much less. I'm smart and all, which is nice, but not very relevant since I'm wasting any potential I might have had had I learned to do my homework, shower, and take long walks.

[Anonymous No.13254847]

>>13251148
Rent free

[Anonymous No.13254938]

Varispeed

[Anonymous No.13255042]

The problem with critical thinking is that the guy in the thumbnail of the post above me is so fucking ugly. You know how all women are snakes and whores and liars? I gave up on them after fucking this skinny girl with C-cup breasts and perfect lily-white skin. She had an ugly nose though. If it weren't from this cute mollig asian girl from my past which just reappeared into my life I would talk to no one at all.

[Anonymous No.13255049]

>>13254847
have sex

[Anonymous No.13255083]

>>13250349
You're gay.

[Anonymous No.13255216]

I vanta Poo Poo peepe ligmia thaigh, who does better Cream or crum? ligmus pee pee Poo Poo pie, show Gus poo Gus won us mai?

[Anonymous No.13256245]

Take from me time for the being for tie to the post of my life is too much from a fifth of my handle. Twenty million years of this

[Anonymous No.13256284]

It woke and woke again. The second time more tired than the first. It wrapped the eagerly awaited mountains back up in their caves, and submerged them beneath the soil where ice and rain for millenia would fail to unearth them. It flattened the soil and brought it together and planted bones and souls as seeds which would decay without the cultivating death-influence of fungus. It removed all fungus.

It removed all fungus, whose consumptive contempt for life could not be tolerated. Death could not be tolerated, so all mushrooms were removed. No candy caps and no aspergillus, and in gratitude a generation of grass-green plants grew and died and never grew again. Life had been preserved. Death had been eliminated. Nothing moved and nothing breathed, which was good, because life had been preserved.

All soil was knit together, and nothing grew, and all was buried. Everything was one. Finally, nothing could die.

[Anonymous No.13256333]

I sit at the kitchen table and write my arse off every day, never knowing why, or what i hope to get from it, just something to do to pass the time. I cant stand the modern world. Work eats away some more time, but I cant stand it either the endless beep... beep... beep... of the grocery scanner knocking away inside my skull like the knells of a deaths' gong. Everyone here complains about "tfw no gf", but I've got one, and that just brings its own problems, always worried about messing things up somehow. The Fifties told us life should be a certain way, white picket house and 2.5 kids, then yanked it from under us like a magician's tablecloth. I don't have the energy to be a commie, or the courage to kill myself. So I write.

[Anonymous No.13256340]

>>13253128
Gay but redpilled

[Anonymous No.13256439]

Outside the weather turned worse. Rain continued to pour down in sheets, washing away the stains of life from the surface of the city. The water rapidly flows through the gutters and down the streets, snaking their way through the city. Filth removed and deposited further down. People quickly moved inside. The Pub was dark, lit only by the candles and lamps lit hours ago. Drops of water tapped the windows, like children who try to get some attention. Most patrons laugh and joke. They drink and pass the time. In one corner, a man sat at a table. He did not walk in with the others. The ones who escaped the storm, he had been there for far longer. He refused to bother with the few crumbs scattered over the surface of the table, not paying attention that his sleeve was in a small puddle of spilt beer, or perhaps not caring. His eyes looked forward to stare into nothing. Maybe he could hear the voices of the other patrons, maybe not. If you were told he had been there his entire life you would believe it. It was a sight that would make you feel a sort of melancholy, the end of the world could come and he would still be sitting there. Maybe that's what he was waiting for. Something to drag him away. He did not sit there out of comfort. He sat there out of futility, an inability to escape. Ironic, considering this was the only place nothing could bother him. The water leaked through the roof, and came down in a steady drip. With a steady rhythm, the drops landed on his hand. At first staying on top, then collecting enough mass to snake down the side, and mix with the beer on the table. Still he did not move, he did not speak, he simply sat there. Maybe when the world ended, death would forget he was there. It would leave him. Leave him to stay there till the end of time. He would outlive everyone in the city, everyone on the planet, everything in the universe, until he was alone with that table, dripping water still flowing down his hand.

[N No.13256828]

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[Anonymous No.13257137]

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[Anonymous No.13257653]

>>13254582
Ahhh true Ubermensch we are.

>>13254597
Well my father was an ultra chad as well but he didn't give a shit about ageing. So I'm currently a proto-chad the only thing holding me back is that I don't regularly meet with women.

>I'm of average height, and average (sedentary, not healthy) build. I'm not using either to my advantage, and I'm not attractive, because I carry myself as if I was grotesque.

Surely you aren't that unattractive anon, even if you are just look at Kant and many more great men of average or below looks.

>I am incapable of caring for myself, much less competing with others. The average person intimidates me because I know I'm worth much, much less. I'm smart and all, which is nice, but not very relevant since I'm wasting any potential I might have had had I learned to do my homework, shower, and take long walks.

Anon just become dominant, I was somewhat insecure (not much just didn't place my self very high) in early years of my life going right up to year 8 but then I realised hey shit man I am worth more than these peasant normies
and so became proto-chad. Just don't take shit but in a cool manner, it will take a year or two before you learn the complexity's of confidence and response to certain stimuli but after that you should understand how to be confident and when not to be confident.

[Anonymous No.13257694]

I am a scientist - I seek to understand me; all of my impurities and evils yet unknown. I am a journalist - I write to you to show you I am an incurable, and nothing else behaves like me, and I know what's right but I'm losing sight of the clues for which I search and choose to abuse, to just unlock my mind.

I am a pharmacist - prescriptions I will fill you: potions, pills and medicines to ease your painful lives. I am a lost soul - I shoot myself with rock & roll, the hole I dig is bottomless, but nothing else can set me free.

[Anonymous No.13257776]

I'm stuck with observing every idea through an individual lens that belongs to me only. I've gotten to the point of introspection where every new idea that comes up into my consciousness is quickly resolved in a very similar thought process to other ideas. I used to be proud of this ability and looked down upon people who discovered their views on a specific subject only after reading something about it. My intuition was well enough to push me through life and bear fruit. Now I'm just bored of myself and want to look at things from a different perspective. I want to enrich my pattern of problem-solving but still retain my individuality, even though I do not like it it's still the only thing I can truly say that I am

[Anonymous No.13257814]

Si la neta no tuviera y son una las la verga se fue y tuvo su correcto decrépito sin sin son ser sus onions sin ser y son sin sus sos tuvo un perro y se murió tuvieron sus cosas fueron felices no pudieron correr y haben mit ihr la vida que quisieron sin ser lo que fueron y son und sein und seyn was mit dem weiß niemand