/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.19737575]

When's the next thread?

[Anonymous No.19737585]

Sex cured my schizophrenia

[Anonymous No.19737600]

>>19737585
Do sexoids really?

[Anonymous No.19737604]

>>19737575

Stuck in the note vortex. I have written about 10 000 characters. It's not getting any shorter.

[Anonymous No.19737659]

>>19737604
Give us a sneak preview.

By the way, Verdaba was incredible

[Anonymous No.19737662]

The Anon finished chewing some peanuts and said "In five minutes" in a memorized way, all the while looking upwards the sky at the upper-left corner of his eyes, he gestured pointing up with a peanut in hand "It's coming soon enough, I've been waiting a while. Sit here with me and wait." he scurried some bags out of the way for you to sit, and you did, his voice tremendously relaxed, laid-back, a soothing self-confidence.

He offered you some peanuts you politely declined. The corrugated peanut bag shined its internal alumnum-colored silver glisten once or twice when in direct contact of a stray sunshine in the gloomy overcast day, an amalgamam of heathered, burdened clouds loomed above, one or another rickety, starved slender vestige of what a clean portion of the blue sky could become, almost capable to align itself perfectly for the sun to shine its auerate halcyon ray, and in a godly generosity paint color into this day. Anon didn't bother speaking unless absolutely necessary, filling the air with the crinkles of a creased stream of sound waves, sporadic cacophonies and litanies of his fingers shifting for a saltened pellet that hid from him in that bag. It was the kind of frigid day that blistered the skin, sharpened its fangs around your muscles and encroached on your muscles like a form of paralyzing radiation, an all-encompassing energy that conflicted with your body fundamentally.

"My mother loves the cold." he mentions suddenly "She always wanted to live somewhere in the bone-chewing-cold, colder than the heart of the devil. With snow and what not."

You smile to him and think of saying you don't like the cold much yourself.

"Gon' be honest I do too. A huge comfy-cozy-warm-and-lovely chalet just for me and my wife to snuggled up to. I don't see a world where people need the excesses they crave, shaddig? That is all I need. Some comfoooort..." he grunts, almost a baritone shivering purr of a cat-man.

[Anonymous No.19737669]

>>19737659

Abortion, vampirism, Hegel, Dr. Strangelove, Hour of the Wolf, Werckmeister Harmonies.

[Anonymous No.19737701]

>>19737669
Time I watch Werckmeister Harmonies.

[Anonymous No.19737774]

>>19737585
Sex worsened mine and I'm not even being ironic

[Anonymous No.19738244]

>>19737774
worsened in a good way or in a bad way?