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>tfw i could be the best writer in human history but my thoughts are too complex to adequately transcribe

>> No.15688678

You need to find a way. We need you

>> No.15688682

>>15688668
Describe it inadequately right here and we can help you

>> No.15688769

>>15688668
Sitting snugly at his fire William Wordsworth said to Charles Lamb, "I could write plays like Shakespeare if I'd a mind to," and Lamb replied, "Nothing lacking Willie, but the mind".

>> No.15688778

>>15688668
Write. Do it, faggot.

>> No.15688857

>>15688682
>>15688778
Whenever he felt these collisions of incubus and succubus, he punched his way out of the proletariat with the purposeful inputting of covert codes, thereby drawing distraction through Scottsdale deployments, dodging the ambush of innocents astray, evading the viscount vogue of Viagratic assaults on virtual vaginas, or worse, falling passively into prosaic pastimes. Instead, he would quake the elderly in all corners. POP goes the weasel! Bob's mallet would speak. He knew his destiny's turn.

She had taught him well with her smile, cerulean eyes, and the little thoughts she had of him, when she thought them. Ahh, that girl and the glistening between her legs... Schooling him in the forward movement of herself and her contemporaries. A cultural momentum undeniable as gravity. As irrefutable as the generational inversion of human expertise she so embodied. In Bob's defiance, he had found himself, against advisement, awaiting things that had already passed, leaving him to face that harshest prospect of all: that he must give up on the only thing he really wanted. He'd hungered to tell her all his secrets, but became one of them instead.

He knew a likely pipe-dream better than most; she had never led him on, and sure enough, his maturity of tellurian years alone had given him a huge head-start in his feelings for her, and he never expected her to catch up on her own. With any encouragement, he'd've backtracked till he had her hand in his. Had a present hand in his past. He imagined that often, being encouraged, her hand in his... as the ever-present image of her knowing deep blues beckoning softly before him.

>> No.15688864

>tfw too intelligent to write a book
i could save mankind, shame I'm beyond literature

>> No.15688913

Learn Ithkuil

>> No.15690511
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15690511

>>15688857

>> No.15690515

>>15688668
Write it in Ithkuil.

>> No.15690516

>>15688668
has to be the biggest cope ever desu

>> No.15690524

>>15688668
>i could be the best writer in human history
How would you know that? Did mommy tell you?

>> No.15690538

>>15688668
>>15688857
.... You're schozo.

>> No.15690596

>>15690538
>schozo

what did him mean by this?

>> No.15690601

>>15688668
Try writing in Ithkuil