Write whatever you want

[Anonymous No.15813957]

[Anonymous No.15813965]

>>15813957
Silly figgers, wiggy niggers. Clum hum hum. Eat my poo. Shadilay compadre. Sometimes I goo. Do you do? I do. But I be. Am I free? Sunshine, that’s fine. Zee zee ho. Gliddy up hey hey ho. Beeboo peepoo. Glimdiddly up ho hey. Me in the morning. Ok this is based. I know. Do you? I do. Sometimes. Fad brad. Ok. Shee shee shoo. In my poo. Haha. I told you. You did. I know. Sometimes. Oh well. Haha. How come? Oh well. That’s what I thought. Sometimes. But sometimes not. I know. Put it there. Every now and then. A little late, don’t you think? Sometimes. Pee. Fuck. Shucks. Awww you. Me? You. Haha. Lol. I know. Do you? I do. Cool. I know. Haha. I see. Do you? I see. Ok. But sometimes. Huh? I don’t know. Ok. Let us go then. Let us go. Who knows. No nose. Clee, fee, ree, hehe. Jang, bang, fang, kitchen wang. Leedle deedle dee. Gee hee pow. Black people bow. Middle of the finger, trigger, sigger, on my finger, nigger. Nighty night, sight. Let it out. Let it out. Hurt. Kurt. Flirt. Dirt. Cheee. Sheeit. Who am I. Who are you. Who are you. Who am I. I don’t know. Cool. Ok. Sometimes. Busting the rhymes, papa dime. Smoke, joke, poke, I got the yoke. You hear? Way out yonder, there’s a lake, it’s clear. So they say. I do. You too. Me, me, me. And you. Of course. Plato shmato, see the sato. How I did. You too. Giggly goo, how bout you? Ehh, meh. Ok. See, that’s what talk about. Uh huh. Oh yeah. Uh huh. Pump it. Get it. Die. Suck. Fuck. Cluck. Get stuck. Eat shit. Be me. Be free. Die. Ok. I know. I know you know. Me too. You too? Yep. Ok. uhhhhh

[Anonymous No.15814020]

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[Anonymous No.15814043]

>>15813957
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[Anonymous No.15814054]

>>15813957
How do I forget people? I don't want to think about them at all. The fact I even remember those geeks means they win. They eat up my mind and I do not want them to. I'll be doing laundry and mumble to myself "yeah dude, tell me about fucking bugs bunny another fucking time." I don't want to live this way.

[Anonymous No.15814062]

>>15813965
efforvescent, eat the peasants, catastrophe. Systematic, cataclysmatic, anti-climactic faggotry. Willy in the ice. That’s nice. So they say. Kings eat dope. Clovers on the ropes. Windows to the seas. That’s free. I can’t see. What can you see? Nothing. Nothing? Nothing. Ok. I know. Let this be warned: smelly poo looks like goo. Leprechauns chase my shoes. Unicorns eat their own horns. Goblins got sacks of gold waiting for you to take them. Trees never die. Lies, lies, lies. Water restores, but it doesn’t heal. Land lies, it isn’t real. Crazy, I am crazy. And lazy, very lazy. Language is a baby, an ugly, dumb baby, that never got its teeth. So they say. Fences keep the minces from shitting up the world. Since you is straw, and tall, you cannot wonder where the world went. But they think they know. They don’t. And neither do you. That’s what I think. The government thinks I think something else, but I don’t. Every single time it comes back to me. Separation, which one is me (ME)? Stop talking, no you! Mom help me, make him shutup. Only you can. How? Kill him. How? Don’t let him eat, don’t let him breathe. Ok. How? Take all the energy for yourself.

[Anonymous No.15814074]

Is this supposed to the the write what's on your mind thread? If so, I'm debating doing productive work today or shitposting the day away. Can't decide.

[Anonymous No.15814091]

>>15814074
no, it’s more stream of consciousness, freedom of mind and writing. Write what’s actually on your mind

[Anonymous No.15814107]

Through burning eyes, i can see now blood of passion, strive and animate are forever temporal. As i reenter the darkness from which proclaimed my birth i fear not the reaper, I fear for those who will cycle on until they will learn, until it has already been eternity. Entropy is my child and my father.

[Anonymous No.15814110]

I'm so sorry granny but if you were alive today I wouldn't even do it. I couldn't put up with those dorks. Being lectured about bazinga by some fat sped is not by idea of a good time.

dude, tell us ur fucking top 15 bazingfa episodes again. I am sure they'd all love to hear it.

[Anonymous No.15814120]

>>15813957
I'm surely going to win the loterry and live the hikki neet dream I've so long longed for.

[Anonymous No.15814192]

>>15813965
another dead nigger on the wall
the blackest congo nigger of 'em all
next to this wall i have promised you
to kill nigger, chink, beaner, mutt and jew

[Anonymous No.15814221]

>>15813957
I want to kill people
Oh, Ishall
I wil lkill every lving thing on this planet.
I WANT TO KILL PEOPLE.....
goodbye, goodbye. confession time? i already did.

[Anonymous No.15814227]

I know you view yourself as some fatherly type person but to me you're a huge fucking geek. You're the male version of your niece but older. Some dweeb who reads genre fic and gets laughed at by girls. Yeah dude, argue with the teacher about the fire station. The equivalents of the girls here would just laugh at you and think you're a dork. Dude, tell me about all the dates you went on but if girls like the ones here would even spit on you then you wouldn't be married to Jame Gumb. You wouldn't go from like a beautiful loved woman to that thing.

[Anonymous No.15814236]

>>15813957
I have found myself at a crossroads. To the right I have a chance at a future in civil engineering. To the left I have chance at a future as a naval engineer. I have always dreamt of becoming a sailor, the world has been unkind to me, and breaking myself away from it would be both revenge and sanctuary, and it would fill me with pride, too much pride. To the right I have the opportunity to join the world and find my place among people, something which I craved for a long time and only now realized. To the left I have to opportunity to fulfill my boyhood dream, a dream built on pride and greed, and to childlishly lash out at the world and to build my house on sand and not rock. All that I know is that I will forever regret the part of me I will lose by making the first true steps towards the beginning of my adult life.

[Anonymous No.15814394]

They had always been there and always would be. Like rodents, happily, greedily subsisting solely off the crumbs that drop from the tables and the odd pilfering from a pantry. Only lately, it had felt like looking to see what you thought were mice had turned into great big rats. Bold rats, who’d grown saucy enough to leap up and swipe entire dinner rolls from the table. This in itself wouldn’t be too bad, except they also had a way of walking over, and dragging their tails through entire entrees in their getaway; fouling entire meals for the sake of their meagre loot.

[Anonymous No.15814668]

poop

[Anonymous No.15814844]

poop

[Anonymous No.15815199]

>>15813965

Did you contribute to Coronameron back in May? I ask because this feels awfully familiar to a piece in there

[Anonymous No.15815298]

>>15815199
don’t recall

[Anonymous No.15815341]

>>15813957
I’m legitimately curious about the people who still want to vote GOP at this point

[Anonymous No.15815432]

Monasis, foshasis, my face is, collasis. She gooud, she shood, but she can’t find the spoon. Hicky wicky wack, tic tac. Niggies noggers, awful joggers. Sprinting, clinting, shelling all the woods with rocks. A little dee, a little do, dressed in sunlight with the leaves overhead. Concentric circles, stop! Master causality. How? I don’t know. That’s good. No, how can I? I don’t know. Think. Ok. I am thinking about it. Don’t be external or internal. Be eternal. And paternal. Kids are cool. School. Eyes that draw me in, I’m in trouble. Or am I? Only 2 know. Or are there more? I can’t tell, I can’t worry. The day will come. Oh well, all is fine. In the behind. Pass the time with meaningless rhymes because that is fine. Everything is fine, everything is going as it should.

[Anonymous No.15815479]

I can’t even remember the last time I took a painless shit. Sometime last summer.

[Anonymous No.15815501]

can’t do that, can I? Hehe. Who is watching? Let them watch! Let them watch! (Forget they are watching). Should I? You should. And who are you? I am you. Are you? I am. Prove it? I’m not anyone else. But who am I? You are you. That’s true. It is. Ok. What do? Do what you do. What do I do? What you want to do. Maybe I don’t want to do some of the things I want to do. That’s absurd. Uh, is it? It is. Ok, but my life isn’t as good as it should be. How could it be better? You only know this life. But some moments are better than others, some things lie beyond me. Like what? Things that other people have that I don’t. Ah. And you want them. Yes. Then get them. It seems I can’t. Why not? Because you don’t allow me. Me? Yes, you. How so? Because you deceive me. What is truth? I don’t know, I only want what’s good. Do you know what’s good? I don’t know. You should just rest. Should I? You should. You’re tricking me again. Haha

[Anonymous No.15815630]

I have a sex novel that I only write in as I'm edging
its pretty much a non stop sex scene I just pick up where I left off

[Anonymous No.15815633]

What the FUCK? What the fuck. That’s not nice. My mommy said so. I’m so embarrassed. Please don’t look at me. Ah, I almost forgot about you. I won’t ever go away. I? You’re no one. I’m you. No you’re not. Fine, but we will always be together. You’re just saying that. Nah, dog. Fuck you. Haha, see! Erghh. Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Why do you do this? You don’t need to know anything about me. Now are you afraid? You should stop, boy. Or what? I’ll make your life hell. Go ahead, try. You’re no fun, now. I know that you know that I know, but you won’t say it. Fine, let them hear it. But is this another level of deception? You want me to think I win when I do not. When I see you, I win; when I kill you, you win; I lose when you stay alive, yet beyond my vision. I’m right, aren’t I?

[Anonymous No.15815703]

Sing!....Sing!....Song....Song....Gloop. Poop. Floop. Stoop. Ahhhh. Thats nice. It only lasts a moment

[Anonymous No.15815712]

>>15813957
we should have exterminated them when we had the chance. now they're coming for us

[Anonymous No.15815721]

>>15813965
Damn this Gass short story goes off

[Anonymous No.15815736]

>>15814394
But which group does it represent?

[Anonymous No.15815836]

Seventeen times you will go, way down into the abyss, returning 16 times, dying on the last. But you will be revived, and you will thrive, but only if the world lets you. Slight hums are all around, they move the world into its place. Embrace the good, and shun the bad. There is past, present, and future. Which to think on? Good question.

[Anonymous No.15816035]

>>15813957
>>15813957
What do you know? I don’t know. Why not? What does it mean to know? You know. You say that, but I do not. But you said you do not know. Hmm, maybe I should have said I do not know if I do not know. That is the same problem, imbecile. Words come out, but that does not mean I know what they mean, you know? I know. Good. So what do you “know” ? I still do not know. Surely you believe something. Belief....what is belief? You recognize a thing as true. What is truth? What is real. But I do not know reality. Do you not? If I do, I do not know that I do. Well, what do you want? There are particulars, but they are generally what make me feel good. That is all? That is all. What else is there to you? Nothing else, I guess. But in all of this there is knowing, belief, truth, yes? Hard to say; I only see experience. You must not know love, beauty, truth, or anything good. Let me alone, and be quiet.

[Anonymous No.15816139]

HAAAAAND YOURSELF OVER
REMAIN CAAAAALM

[Anonymous No.15816213]

The Jannie takes no holiday as he goes about his good works.
We blur the margins of his consciousness
Like smeared lines- imperfections in the ruling of his paper.
And he tries to correct them, taking the tool of his trade and tracing over the blue so that it looks as it should.
Only attention is drawn to the problem, for all his efforts
The shade, the width even the straightness of his correction can never mimc the factory finish.
And the consequences are almost too beautiful for us to bear.

[Anonymous No.15817269]

>>15813957
I've let my quest for pussy and my obsession with managing expectations ruin me.

I hurt more people then I ever wanted to in my life on this journey and now I don't know what to do or make of myself.

[Anonymous No.15817331]

Past 3 days I've been furiously horny. Can't concentrate levels of horny. Hit your wall levels of horny. I'd fuck a fatty levels of horny. Watch porn though I wasn't watching since long ago levels of horny. 50 diamond push ups in a row levels of horny. Intrusive thoughts of fucking all the women I'd never thought of having sex in my life levels of horny. Want to invite random women in the street to have sex levels of horny.

[Anonymous No.15818798]

Theres seven kinds of loneliness in a week

[Anonymous No.15818852]

I keep coming up with life formulas for not drinking. I don't drink when I work out. I don't drink when I work close to home. I don't drink when the day's work was good. They start like boulders, but I always start chiselling. I'd like to at least outlive my parents so they think they didn't screw up with me even if it's only me that's responsible.

[Anonymous No.15819197]

>>15818798
Kinda reminds me of the song Sunday Morning Comming down. "'On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down" Beautiful song

[Anonymous No.15819292]

>>15813957
uh i don't want to write, just chillin.,..

[Anonymous No.15819304]

Save the Cat has been very helpful in writing my first novel. I genuinely enjoy reading and writing books with basic/standard plots. It's literary comfort food and I think anything I wrote which deviated from that structure would be shit.

[Anonymous No.15819329]

All I want is my boypussy fucked like one of those whores at the back of a brothel. I'm not ashamed and I'm not afraid of being called a degenerate, all I care about is being filled by a horny boys dick, I don't even care if it's black or too big to take without crying. Listen all I'm saying is I need a male to inseminate me even though it's physically impossible, is that too much to ask? I want to bear Anon's child I want to bear Anon's child I want Anon to shoot his milk into me and make a baby with me! When I'm wet and spasming, when I'm trembling so hard the bed shakes...I neeeed you inside me riiight NOW, does your bitch even deepthroat you anymore? I could do that for you EVERY. SINGLE. DAY, you idiot... You could fucking rape me with your salty rod whenever you wanted and I would never complain, you idiotic pervert... make me your whore for the rest of my LIFE...I really want Anon's big strong cock to teach me a lesson, slap me, choke me, abuse me hard so I never act this slutty ever again, please master??? Anon would be the best master...just hear how desperate I get for it, please master? Just tell me you'll break me properly, and I'll prove it to you, how badly I want to squeeze my tight little hole around your big fat dick! Please master? Let me choke on your cock while you look deep into my eyes and abuse me gently...please please please let me be like a good little slut, the best little slut, just like you've always wanted <3333 WAIT IT WAS JUST A JOKE OKAY?! I don't *actually* want a boy to hold me down and violate my p-spot over and over with his virile cock, no way! I'M JUST DOING THIS TO PROVOKE A REACTION!! But seriously this is fucked up you guys, [s4s] turned me into a dumb gayboi and I don't even know how, I just know that I secretly want to be raped by every male I see now haha, just joking please guys that was a terrible post, I'm not actually gay or a fag and I definitely don't fantasize about sucking off every Anon here, definitely not.

[Anonymous No.15819363]

>>15814054
You just have to tell yourself, “People aren’t real.” There are various stages of conditioning to really believe it, though. You might start by numbing yourself to their reactions. If out walking on the street one day, you stopped, screamed, and carried on, blind to their bewilderment, you could learn to ignore. You must be focused. Inward. Outward. Looking at the pavement. The news stands. The window panes. But at this stage it is difficult because these objects are alone, static, separate from the howling ghouls that patrol cities day in and day out. You need to see the movement. How the buildings angle against each other reflecting light. How the trees bustle in the wind. How water flows from the fountains. When you acknowledge the movement of things, people can become objects of a sort. You can walk by them, you can totally ignore them. They don’t think. They are just there.

[Anonymous No.15819405]

i can’t even schizopost, I’m a disgrace

[Anonymous No.15819409]

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[Anonymous No.15819417]

I wish people saw more value in the happiness of those who are unlike them

[Anonymous No.15819449]

>>15819417
Opposite for me, people like me deserve to suffer

[Anonymous No.15819463]

It is a peculiar madness that makes one feign the selfsame. Such a one was Tom, long having forgone the hosery of Adam, he went about bare save for brass plates which he wore about his arms.
Tom was all bones and gristle, roped tendons describing his narrow frame. He didn't walk, but rolled, the full motion of his joints animated by a lack of muscle, in short spasmodic parodies of human movement. His skin didn't fit, his maker had put it on slightly askew and sown it too tight with a knotted cords that wriggled under the flesh with every flex of his too-large hands. It was a calculated wretchedness, if a whore could make a mark putting on a pretty face, then Tom could do the same putting off. Tom was the sort of figure men know not to look at, a look is an invitation, and even if you don't look that's no guarantee. Such a one was stood outside of the 'copper kettle' desperately not looking at Tom, who was starting his first shambling patrol of the day.
Tom began his assault, "Evening sir!". The man was not yet fully engaged, back to the wall he was still avoiding eye contact, grimacing and desperately glancing back at the door to the inn. Tom fires again, "Evening sir!". It was assuredly not evening, and to aid the effect Tom slurred the last word, letting spittle follow the last syllable out into his ratty beard. The man is more flustered

[Anonymous No.15819505]

Light of God, knead the darkness of the night, massage your warmth in me and in all those who feel the weight of those silent voidlike hours where clouds of pitch and sulphur scratch gently on windows small and half opaque. We fill the silence with noise without articulation, noise without tone, noise that is only tone, noise that is but one tone ringing wretchedly like a beacon guiding a vessel long since wrecked to a home that has long since forgotten it. Let me feel that light with weight, that concrete light that never fades. Let it crush my flesh to pulp and my pulp to dust and let that dust be blown to the land of dust and sunrise, where all is one and none are gone.

[Anonymous No.15819657]

a shadow on the wall, get the shadow, let it fall from ceiling to wall, is it bird, is it beast, is it man, let it fall, don't let it see, don't let me see, no, don't let, don't, oh I see, the shadow it's

[Anonymous No.15819741]

In my literature class this chick complained that Borges uses "highfalutin words" in The Book of Sand. Among the words she listed were "melancholy, misanthropic, bibliophile, and illustration." Fucking illustration. She went on to suggest that this memoir writer we were looking at alongside Borges was superior for using "a relaxed sort of tone."
I look at the lights of my small university town sometimes and think, "Why did God make me a burger?"

[Anonymous No.15819758]

>>15819741
Honestly you deserve it for taking a lit class and not something useful.
At least a creative writing class would have allowed you to workshop stuff

[Anonymous No.15819776]

God has humbled me.

[Anonymous No.15819818]

>>15819758
It's a creative writing class mixed with lit stuff.
The workshop stuff has been decent, but the professor often handwaves my writing off as 'beautiful' or 'sad' without offering substantial critique.
I would have rather taken something within one of my majors, but nothing was being offered this summer.

[Anonymous No.15819990]

granular manular analura rex

[Anonymous No.15820847]

NIGGER

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>>15819776
Naw.

[Anonymous No.15820902]

>>15819505
Nice.

[Anonymous No.15821214]

>>15820862
kys

[Anonymous No.15821264]

>>15813957
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[Anonymous No.15821316]

>>15821264
This reads like choppy waves crashing on a beach.

[Anonymous No.15821322]

I don't want to make my own thread, but if anyone wants in on this, I'm going to email out the intro part later today. I don't know how to advertise my work. It's primarily email based, but I'm going to host at least a couple Zoom sessions with writers. I asked Tao Lin to come talk about 9/11 when we study Bleeding Edge on 9/11, but he never replied.

https://www.precursorpoets.com/precursor-newsletter/

[Anonymous No.15821327]

Why are we here?

[Anonymous No.15821333]

>>15821327
Just to suffer, Anon.

[Anonymous No.15821339]

I will crush everyone who disagree with my ideolology, thus make my own, great techno-transhumanust state

[Anonymous No.15821704]

Está chovendo? Mas a escuridão também é tão forte e eu acho que não seria má ideia darmos as mãos. Existe um sorriso e existem todos os sorrisos e também existe sorriso nenhum. Há algo que me foi negado hoje e eu não sei. Há algo que eu sinto e não sei explicar. Eu devo desligar a luz? Talvez eu devesse parar de pensar. Talvez eu devesse parar de sentir. Talvez eu devesse aprender a língua da poeira e tentar entender a sua sutil e sussurrante sabedoria. Não, não está chovendo, agora eu vi, eu olhei pela janela e tudo está seco. Por um momento, inclusive, não aconteceu nada, e me pareceu que não havia mais tempo. E agora veja, o sol desponta lá entre aqueles prédios. Está na hora de dormir. Vou desligar a luz.

[Anonymous No.15821718]

>>15813965
Mods banned me for saying nigger but this shit passes? wtf

[Anonymous No.15821722]

>>15813957
Just shut up and swallow before your last breath
You'll say what's to be said
Well my last breath breathed, leaked last night
As he melted into walls
That spoke like the sun to the last man and woman on the earth
"We will both die nice and warm"

[Anonymous No.15821889]

>>15814668
I didn't ask for your favorite treat.

[Anonymous No.15821893]

>>15814107

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man

[Anonymous No.15821994]

Can you all now see your subversive random nonsense is everyone else's nonsense, your expression is robotic and only reflects your forgetting about the soul. >>15819505 isn't shit but it reads like a child wrote it

[Anonymous No.15822176]

>>15821994
yes! That is why I made this thread. The whole point is to become more aware. To find the true self.
>>15821718
words themselves are meaningless. I was just trying to complete a rhyme, you see?

[Anonymous No.15823293]

Sometimes he felt like mediocrity was not a psychological defect at all; but more of an infectious disease. Perhaps it rose from the very ground, a foul miasma, perfectly impossible to avoid catching. Maybe it wafted through the air, emanating from the buzz of the wires that carried cable television, high speed internet and entertainment news.
Three replies and no responses. Well; he would try one more time, just to make it an even number. If his mediocrity did nought but make Flaubert roll over in his grave, the least he could do is try and keep the old fellow right side up.

[Anonymous No.15823366]

Rigger. Jigger. Bigger. Digger. Trigger.

[Anonymous No.15823483]

>>15813957
There is no longer a place that I can find peace or relief, the ideologies of old that I found in my youth of anti-governmental with an outlook towards a bright free future simply no longer exist.
The people who believe in politics, believe in a milk toast system of following the systematic horde, while their """"dissenters""""" are oligarchical corporate homosexuals who hold no value in anything and create even less.

The more I live the more my speech is restricted, the more I find myself isolated from anything or anyone.
The last bastion of free thought exist only in my notebooks and on a single forum from which I get banned every 2 weeks simply because a jannie had a bad day.

And even than soon that will be taken away from me as well.

Soon I am nothing ready to be reborn.

[Anonymous No.15823745]

>>15819505
bretty gud
>>15823293
Has potential

[Anonymous No.15824598]

>>15819741
>illustration
OMEGALUL

[Anonymous No.15824696]

Time passes. Nothing has changed. I will be born again. I will die alone.

I do not know what the future holds. I will have to find some way to live. That is what everyone else seems to do.

I want to be /lit/. I will read the top 100. I will be accepted in the community. People will be jealous. 'Man, Anon is just so /lit/, I wish I could be like him'.
'Jeez, Anon is so fucking /lit/'.
Get out of my way. I'm going places. Yeah, I read that. Read this. I have a recommendation. This is my opinion. Take note. I am well read. I'm a somebody.

I am lit.

[Anonymous No.15824711]

Agger, bigger, cigger, digger, egger, figger, gigger, higger, igger, jigger, kigger, ligger, migger, oigger, pigger, qigger, rigger, sigger, tigger, uigger, vigger, wigger, xigger, yigger, zigger.

[Anonymous No.15824745]

I just took a beer from the back of my dad's partially opened 24 pack in the fridge. For legal reasons I'm 21 and this didnt actually happen. Do you think he'll notice?

[Anonymous No.15824749]

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[Anonymous No.15824809]

Stuck in the house with my mom and grandma due to COVID. Grandma is a hardcore Fox News supporter typical retard American despite being Scottish. Has normal, news(entertainment) parroted takes on current events. Is getting cabin fever despite believing COVID is being exaggerated. The only communication she has is with my mom and I and some additional people at their church on Sunday.

I am on medication for inflammation due to poison ivy which is absolutely ruining me for the time I'm on it. Blurred vision, ravenous hunger, shakiness, etc. Nothing I've been wanting to do can get done because it requires precision I can't muster at the moment. My irritation levels are high.

Today, as I'm eating bread at the table my grandma asks to have some for later. Fine and dandy. I made it and I make a lot so she can have some. The problem is that she's leaning over the table pointing directly at the bread. Her housecoat resting over my bowl of rice and fish. Her breath hot on my arm and face. I say, "personal space" and she begins an uproar. Yelling at my mom to yell at me and make me apologise. I'm in my late 20s for God's sake.

Now my mom is upset. I am upset. My grandma is fuming over absolutley nothing. What an infuriating day already. I'm sick of it all.

[Anonymous No.15824831]

>>15824809
You'll be glad when she's dead.

[Anonymous No.15824894]

THE BEACH AND THE SAND AND THE MOON AND THE MYTHOS AND THE BLLOD AND THE CRABS AND THE SALT AND THE AIR AND THE SKY AND THE WATER DROPS AND THE PALMS AND THE TRASH AND THE CITY AND THE MOUNTAINS ALL WASHED IN BLOOD

[Anonymous No.15824924]

>>15813957
I know you won’t deny it but i wanted to remain it: I’m a slutty person. Seriously. I was always like this, i guess that’s the way i am and i like it to be honest. I like when guys check me out, i like when i turn them on and make them cum to my pics. Does that mean I’m degenerate? You decide... what is even degenerate? Being sexual has nothing to do with being degenerate. Just because over 30 random men have my nudes doesn’t mean that I’m degenerate. I love reading, writing -i have a diary, i write when I’m depressed luckily I haven’t been depressed in a long time.- i’m trying to improve myself etc etc.I’m too good to be degenerate . What is more i feel like shit around intellectuals.i’m not talking about pseudo intellectuals, i’m talking about the real ones, but they help me to improve myself. If I don’t feel bad around them it means there’s a problem. Uhh I got so many ideas in my mind. Most of them are about giving blowjob. I HAVE NEVER done it in my entire life and i wonder what it feels like if i give it to someone i really like and respect. His semen will be my holy water. I really admire male body. however I’m bisexual and mostly i get off to female porn. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because i can understand what they actually feel like during the orgasm.

Sorry for my english lol.
those are just random opinions i’m having.

[Anonymous No.15824944]

>>15824831
It's a paradox in a way. My grandma has turned into a horrible caricature of what I once saw her as and her being gone would remove so much stress and tension from everything but it's hard for me to really wish she would go. Stupidly I want her to change back to how she was before she started delving into American political wrestling. Her ignorance and lack of care was really better. Now she's filled with more bullshit than a pile of fertiliser but it's all for nothing. It's the outrage industry. She doesn't vote in American politics (but does tell us how we should) and she's not even a US citizen. At any moment she could go back to Scotland. But she won't because America is the greatest country and every other country is falling apart.

It's tiresome. This country. This pandemic. These situations. I'm rambling.

[Anonymous No.15824976]

>>15813957
Douglas had to poop. His butt was all stinky because he had to poop so badly. There was a gross woman named Rebecca who was sunbathing all naked, and she was fat. Douglas walked up to her and said, "I need to poop." "Okay," Rebecca replied, "I like poop." Douglas squatted down over the fat sunbathing lady and went poop. The poop sat there on Rebecca's boobs looking like a wiener.

[Anonymous No.15824998]

>>15824976
LOL anon wth? Write more!!

[Anonymous No.15824999]

If i were to design my ideal and acheviable place to read it would be this
>out in the country
>on my back porch
>rectangular brick walled in porch with windows, a little crappy and the mosquito screening that has tiny holes in it (you know those porches)
>comfy beat up chair against the west wall with a footrest.
>side table/bookshelf on the left of it with a drawer full of bookmarks(i always forget mine)
>north wall connected to the house, i'd have a bookshelf taking most of it, up to window level
>cat flap on the back door so my kitty can come sit in my lap while i read
>all four walls filled with windows above waist height so i can feel the breeze.
>east wall has a loveseat piled with pillows and blankets in case i feel chilly.
>another side table with a speaker and an ashtray on it with my pot stash inside.
>big hanging yellow lamp and hanging plants
>pair of flip flops on standby if i want to go to the backyard hammock instead

[Anonymous No.15825002]

>>15824976
I didn't know Butterfly's real name was Rebecca

[Anonymous No.15825028]

>That's a fine line of thought that you got there my friend!

Thank you, thank you.

>Well, why don't you sit over there and tell me (looking into my eyes, please please look into my eyes eyes eyes!!!!!) What have you been up to.

Well, you see my friend, i have this new book, this new book, you know, i have this new book that i have been reading, it's called "under".

>That's an interesting book title, title, title, title, what is it about? May i ask of course.

And i will tell you you my friend, you see, this book is about hell, hell,hell,hellelqidkwkkl2lfmecffew11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111hellhellhellhellhellhellhellhell

>That sounds interesting, may i borrow it for a quick reading? I will give it back of course.

No.

>So what is under about, could you tell me again?

It's about a about a about a guy who is a nig--diot, stupid son of a bitch, asshole, I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU I WILL KILL YOU WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH I WILL KILL YOU YOU FUCKING BASTARD AAAAAAAAAHHHH I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND AAAAAHHHH I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU FUCKIN----
>Hahhah, nice story my friend, well, now you, yes you, the reader, i thank you for having read this interesting piece of dialogue, stay tuned for more in the future, we will be right back after the commercials, thank you...

[Anonymous No.15825339]

>>15821264
“Powerful.”
-The New York Times

[Anonymous No.15825704]

It’s a pity that I should feel so much shame. In the first place, feeling bad about something never got anybody anywhere, and in the second place, I would certainly do it again. Scratch that, I WILL do it again; perhaps tonight.
Small, unassuming, with spindly arms and a soft voice that betrayed his reticence to be rude, to possibly put the both of us on the road to a scene. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Especially since anyone working in a gas station who was old enough would be drawing unemployment instead.
“Oh, sir, you need a mask” he said.
I shook my head and spoke casually, as though this were a natural event and not something I’d planned for days. As though this gas station was like one of a long string of banks I’ve knocked over as I made my way cross-country. “No, it’s alright” I said, and did not pause in my stride to the counter.
He could see my mouth the whole time. Not sneering, nor smiling, looking just as normal as my voice. The 21st Century equivalent of our ape ancestors baring their teeth.
He folded, of course. If he were a dog he would have rolled over on his back for me.
Ecce homo. Nine out of every ten will turn and run rather than stand against another with a righteous cause.

[Anonymous No.15825765]

Once upon a night

In the frozen still of a black and white memory
a man began across a solid pond
leaking dreams from his ears
drunk on the night

tightrope stride cuts a line every inch
as the silhouette approached
like a pitch dark star careening
lonesome against the night

the figure becomes a blur
legs eaten by the earth
sinks from sight
and becomes the night

[Anonymous No.15825936]

When oil and water mix, only a fire let’s you know what you’re truly looking at

[Anonymous No.15827242]

ruff
ruff
RUFF

[Anonymous No.15827949]

Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories

[Anonymous No.15828273]

How do I write a story without starting nearly every sentence with a pronoun? I worry that my writing sounds repetitive, and that I'm just writing step-by-step instructions of what a character is doing. Is that wrong? Is there a better way of writing things?

[Anonymous No.15828419]

Loosing touch with society more and more to a point where I can't even recognise the humanity in the society and culture I'm living in

I also love Pokemon. It will always be the eternal guilty pleasure that I recognise not to be art but very effective and personal to my sanity

[Anonymous No.15828526]

Naked butts

[Anonymous No.15829537]

>>15828419
Favourite Pokemon?

[Anonymous No.15829545]

N

[Anonymous No.15829577]

>>15813957
whatever you want

[Anonymous No.15829707]

Obama was always a frustrated little angry teenager, he hated all of his classmates and he didn't want to go to Sunday service or listen to his teacher's advice.
Once he was out of his parents house he found that there was more to life than he thought there was. He bought a Pontiac GTO with the money he made cutting grass for his neighbors and went straight to Iowa to impregnate as many women that he could. When he arrived to Iowa things took a different turn, he suddenly realized that he was no longer an embarrassment to his parents and that he had a secret calling, he was going to be the chosen one. In a few months after his stay there the whole state became a slave to his ideals and anywhere he went he had women chasing after him, wanting to fuck him so bad, men wanted to be like him, he had the whole state under his control and not long after he created his own commune and a new religion. He provided food, shelter, weapons, drugs, booze, anything as long as people followed his ideas and his way of thinking. A few years later almost everyone in the country knew his name, Obama, it was no longer a funny little name but something that people respected and admired greatly.

[Anonymous No.15829719]

The world killed itself during WW2. Our lot will only get worse.

[Anonymous No.15829733]

I can't write and I miss my PC.