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Drunk writing: this is your task.

Drink and write. Drink until you can't think and there is only flow. No sober words in this thread. Not one. No topic, no restraint, no form (unless bibulosity is a form). Drink. Write. Write.

>> No.19249358

I have no beer though and I can't be arsed to get it, it's four in the afternoon. Can I do stream of consciousness writing instead?

>> No.19249389

>>19249350
I used to do some of my best work this way, but now my tolerance is too high. I just get a mild buzz until I drink enough to pass out.

>> No.19249401

>>19249350
sipping jameson and blenheim ginger ale rn. give me two hours and i'll be thoroughly deposed and ready for prose

>> No.19249478

I have gotten fat! Never in my life have I gained weight-- always have I been thin, lithe, a little rake a little spindle in the grass, a little writhing thing all sinew. Like a feather, but taller, and ... (what good is a feather without a bird?). BUT now the belly comes. Now the fat creeps in. My trousers do not fit? But they are the same size as before? Into the bathtub, hot water, big hands, STRETCH, PULL (the button strains, the meetingplace of here to there grows crooked, sits askew). Pounds on pounds: my wealth grows. Now I see in the passing reflection a stomach beyond the trousers, a gut protruding, searching. Who do you seek, little gut? There is noone there to meet you? Only pain and scorn and laughing girls. The salad of my days, a fork in hand forgotten, all teeth and tongue and ha ha ha.

Old age visits me--it knocks on my pride: I do not answer.

>> No.19249486

>>19249350
I think k I'm qualified for the task. Just on this Korean bistro with the wife and this is my 3rd Manhatta so Icnasmanhattann shitpost pardon my intrusion her is some of my writing:

Alas sweetness of the world, pale vile conqueress, you have survived the cold the impudent sovereignty of thy moder drives accord within. Dpeak my little muse is you're skin warm? Well is it now TALK TO ME YOU TONGUELESS WHORE. IS YOU HEARTLESS CHEST POUNDING? Despite it all. Countless lives WORTHY lives HUMAN lives you've overindulged l. Those breasts I've given you sure are tender and juicy. YOU DISGUST ME. Beyon death you will. But clamping the rusty links that chain me away from the blissful caress of the heavens won't be a hard task for you. Unsbeath thy sword, for my gun is loaded. Face me, Caramel.

>> No.19249497

>>19249350
what a life

>> No.19250018

https://vocaroo.com/1gkVohkYHX3W

>> No.19250022
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.

But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.

And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: 'It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose!'

>> No.19250026

>>19250018
Energy

>> No.19250035

>>19249350
Wish you'd posted this thread when I was on a bender last night. Pretty dumb to post a thread like this on a Monday desu.

>> No.19250049

>>19250035
I go with the spirits not the calendar

>> No.19250157

okay im drunk. and the spirit is flowing. though ive left a friend drunk and after being poisenoed myself, i wouldnt want to be left alone. but he is my neighbour so he can reach me. anyways, whats true is beauty. i love girls man. really i love a girl, though im not in love you know. i am in love with a tranny but thats a different person. whenever i jerk off to porn thats serious, you know like romantic and shit, like real real, i get poisoned. i throw up and maybe it might be god telling me to forgive the tranny. he did hurt me you know. its change that hurts the most. he speaks to me like im a stranger and that hurts. but i like a girl, but im in love with the tranny. thats the gist of it. and its always a cycle. its never not a cycle. the girl is cute. the tranny im in love with. id like to die clean. but i really love my friend, which i left down the hill where i live. my other friends are out of town. i dont know wwhat to do wit h what. i will not embaress my futur4e self furhter. god has to exist because we are the way we are beacue we exist within an infinite diversity, but why does the infinite diversity exist? its like someone wanted us to exist. anmd thats what god is. i curse him when i stub my toe

>> No.19250545

fuck, i'm drunk. ther eis at most
an hour or two
where i can be lucid
and free

but now all i want
is to piss in my bed
and sleep

goodbye! happy times
when i could type you out
and feel good

now is only stumbles
and wet patches
to wake to

>> No.19251063

>>19249350
lmao i was typing a story about a stoic office manager whos secretary walks in trying to lay a pregnancy onto his day but it got lost on a sad backspace. cya, you will never get Carmins coffee

>> No.19251075

Last time I did that we ended up with the Coronameron

>> No.19251337

>>19251075
>Coronameron
"Earth is a REALM, it is not a planet. It is not an object, therefore, it has no edge. Earth would be more easily defined as a system environment. Earth is also a machine.The sun and moon are powered wirelessly with the electromagnetic field (the Aether). This field also suspends the celestial spheres with electromagnetic levitation. Electromagnetic-levitation disproves gravity because the only force you need to counter it is the electromagnetic force, not gravity. The stars are attached to the FIRMAMENT"
holy fucking shit i WILL read this

>> No.19252381

why do drunks capitalise so much? it seems like a common phenomenon.

>> No.19252398
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>>19250022
He's right.

>> No.19252430

>>19249350
I would but I don't want to mix CNS suppressants. That's how you die of respiratory failure.

>> No.19252452

>>19252381
When you're drunk some of your thoughts just feel capitalized

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>>19249478
Nice prose and topic. Relatable in a sort of melancholic way, innocuous to the future, yet very real. 8/10
>>19249486
What the fuck. Honestly took me a couple reads but I (think) finally got it. 9/10, it'd be a 10/10 if it wasn't for the headache inducing typos.
>>19250022
Based Baudelaire
>>19250157
Reads like a comfy talk with that annoying friend that suddenly turns sweet and charismatic when heavily intoxicated. There's substance but it's wildly structured. Somewhat comfy nonetheless. 7/10
>>19250545
Nice and short. Could be shorter and more impactful, but it's meaningful enough for what it is. 7.5/10
>>19252381
Because capitalizing has it's set of rules. Most people, when drunk, tend to ignore rules. It's really common sense. Happens with punctuation as well. I've know people that have perfect punctuation and grammar even when drunk, which is an admirable skill because it shows that their grammar is pure muscle memory. I myself haven't tried, since I'm usually the "sober friend" and don't plan on intoxicating myself anytime soon. But I enjoy seeing my friends get drunk and their attitudes changing drastically in most cases. Also all I have home is Sake and I don't think that can get me drunk enough. Might go get some whiskey and give it a try sometime soon when I feel like life's burdens have appalled my mood.

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>>19253122
>headache inducing typos
who the fuck are you anyhow, the drunkard professor?

>> No.19253177

the writing in here is better than in the writer's general

>> No.19253356

>>19253122
agreed, >>19249486 is the only one I couldn't fucking comprehend and I read it both when drunk and sober.