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Here's one for you /lit/

Describe this girl in as many words as you like and in any way you like.

Then discuss our efforts

>> No.4045252

>>4045250
a man

>> No.4045263

>>4045252
I wish

>> No.4045294

>>4045250
A striking pallet of colours for this one. Pink skirt, high pink heels, pink lips.

>> No.4045394

Come on guys, you can manage better than this.

I know it's not Nabokov but give it a go.

>> No.4045411

Deep fried tart.

>> No.4045417

A face and tits as organic as her dress.

>> No.4045431

Her long tendril figure, a silhouetted mold of a sun-kissed doll, her name was Adeline and she like to pretend to be someone important.

She was dainty, and upon reaching her heart it would be necessary to call her rude, and moody.

On days of dissonance she would dress up like a hooker, a prostitute working the streets- to the embarrasment of her family and accompionment. Her friends were not harlots, but they certainly weren't Seraphim. They followed her to bars every know and then.

She returned the favour when she stopped calling me, that night of February twilight I was awaiting her, and she never showed.

She said she moved to Russia, for a real lover not a playboy tryst.
***
Here you go OP.

>> No.4045450

Underneath five inches of fake tan stood the failings of feminism. A girl who watched those who watched music videos, who looked at those who look in magazines. She saw in their eyes envy, lust, but most importantly of all, adoration. So she put on the heels, bleached her hair and dyed her skin until she became indistinguishable from photo - forgetting that when people looked in magazines they didn't see people but pictures.

>> No.4045477

>>4045431
That's deep man, deep like a trench

>> No.4045484

>>4045431
the second i heard long and tendril together my mind recoiled. i don't like the two together for obvious reasons, especially when describing something like this. i enjoyed the rest.

>> No.4045491

>>4045477
laced

>> No.4045498

I saw her and remembered being dragged around a waxwork museum as a child by my parents. First we would see all the wax actors, then the wax musicians then the wax athletes. I was able to recognise the likeness of all the celebrities but I found the waxwork models grotesque. They shared all the same human features but they couldn't quite mask something inhuman hiding underneath.

When I saw the girl the memories of those waxworks blurred with my impression of her. Of someone ordinary reaching for beauty yet falling short. She had all the features of beauty: the tanned skin, the blonde hair, the skimpy clothes. Yet they couldn't hide the ordinary girl peeping out underneath - they only made the plain look repulsive in such close proximity to beauty.

>> No.4045502

>>4045450

not bad

>> No.4045508

>>4045498
The waxwork caparison is great, good idea.

>> No.4045521

>>4045250
The last observable trace of the Laconic slave traditions of her race was her stance; the rest had sunk beneath the peroxide and the precepts of human behaviour the young oompaloopa had gathered from the internet, as she stood in standard form clutching the foreign pink vinyl accoutrements to herself like talismans against the hornswogglers running rampant in this post industrial world. She would kill for a cocoa bean.

>> No.4045526

>>4045250

She wanted to be remembered forever, to be as immortal as barbie. So she dressed the part, acted the part, was the doll. She looked like plastic. Not that there was anything wrong with that, after all, once made plastic is here for good.

>> No.4045554

She was a dumb bitch in a pink tutu. She looked like she tanned more than she bleached her hair, and her hair was the most unnatural of nordic shades. Everything about her screamed degenerate. She had the vacant look of a mannequin and was probably popular in high school. She was everything I hated distilled into a single shot of guido cunt.

Despite it all, I wanted to fuck her ass so hard her eyes would roll back and her grunts would sound like I was fucking a wet dog in the back of a barn somewhere. I wanted to make her bark as much as I wanted to take her to the pound to be put down.

>> No.4045561

She was a woman who liked the color pink. It was the color of her pussy, her livelihood, her life.

>> No.4045565

>>4045554
Don't write.

>> No.4045566
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4045566

She is a poster-child. Big and overwrought. Huge neon letters warning unsuspecting folk about how their children can be molested for years and they'd never even notice.

You'd start to suspect when she's 15 or 17 and glaring at everyone and gets caught having sexual relations with a man four years older than her on the neighbor's veranda.
But you never ask. You don't want to think about it.

And when she's 34 years old, but pretending to be 22, flipping her bleached, platinum blond hair, her leathery orange skin pooling out of a tiny pink and white tutu, as if it enough tulle could give her class. When her big, plastic breasts staring you in the eye-- it's not even a question anymore.

You still wouldn't ever say it, you ignore it, even as you slowly set down the photograph. You bring the coffee cup to your lips. It's cool, almost unpleasant. When your nose crinkles in distaste, you realize your eyes feel damp although you know you haven't been crying. And it crosses your mind: when they find her body, strangled and raped to death, there isn't a dress or suit or tasteful makeup in the world that could hide from anybody just how pathetic she'd been.

With leaden hands, you turn on the tv, watch something high-brow, without any unnecessary violence or sex and where all the women year ankle length skirts. And it never really coagulates into a real, concrete thought, but you know you wouldn't even cry.

>> No.4045577

>>4045554

Sounds like a 14 year old Raymond Chandler.

>> No.4045580

>>4045554

I'll admit I chuckled. Still, that seems rather hateful. Reading it gave me the same sensation as watching a comedian who thinks he's clever with his act but is actually just onstage ranting about how much of a bitch his ex is in front of an un-interested audience.

>> No.4045581

Erato? Terpsichore? The spectrum of possible people has one for all, surely? Euterpe? Pink Freud poses, draped in father issues and an assortment of collected values; the bunny, the barbie, the overt suggestion of sex mocked, ironically, by the virginal white. Thalia perhaps? Maybe for us, but the counter part will be somewhere. They always are. Sat in a roadside biker bar drinking watered-down, warm sips of oblivion, or waiting for God forever in a vestment. God, the contrast would be divine - that black striking our heroine's ombré tones. Lord save my immortal soul. The dog collar and bunny ears, inspiration enough to bottle. Clio?

How about Melpomene? I can feel her channelled for me. The usual culprits are to blame though - antisocial, disenchanted, "empty materialism" - and my brush lusts to paint the social horrors thicker than our heroine's mascara. But no. This one slips by. Flocks to the one she was sculpted for, and I will capture both.

>> No.4045592

>>4045581

Bit chaotic but some good lines and analogies in there.

>> No.4045608

>>4045250
Beach balls. Beach balls slapped on a plastic humanoid form complete with frills and heels. Cakes of mascara obscured her lifeless eyes and strawberry frosting was stuck on her mouth. Welcome to the future, here's your complimentary android hooker. Straight from the assembly line of modern society that glorifies vanity and sex.

>> No.4045614

>>4045608
This is the future. It's not skynet, but it's the same future.

>> No.4045624

One morning, when Kerry Salmon woke from shallow dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into a flamingo.

She lay ensconced in a fluffy mantle of pink feathers, her breast puffed up beyond all recognition. An expressive neck lifting a small head, looking down over the unnaturally bright tinted plumage. Long legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of her, led down to awkward unwieldy feet, making all but standing difficult. She pouted, her unfamiliar mouth only good for sucking up her daily nutrients.

Oh dear I am sorry that came out far more misogynistic than I had hoped, she's gorgeous really, would love to have her on my lawn.

>> No.4045627

Orange.

>> No.4045632

>>4045624

kek

>> No.4045647

My eye is met, first, with the formlessness of color. Hues of pink and white make me think of Sunday morning, Easter. Hymns of angels, rejoicing. Doing the heavenly end zone dance for putting the devil in his place.

The colors gain edges. It gives me pause. I no longer think of angles. The dress seems like some kind of a cross between a tutu and a corset. A tutu is a little girls idea of pretty, i think. Hmm. A corset might be a young persons first encounter with lingerie: cultivated sexiness. Young and sexualized.

I realize I'm channeling my inner Hannibal Lecter, now. With a faint smirk, in my head I hear Anthony Hopkins saying, "Tell me about the first time a boy told you that you were pretty."

Stained skin. Whited mane. Breasts suffering from worse hyper inflation than the Wiemar Republic. I pull back from the smell. Its a hospital. The anesthetic scent of bleaches, and iodine, and freshly unsealed plastics. None of these are present. But my mind tells they are. They should be.

>> No.4045650
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4045650

>>4045565
Jealousy

>> No.4045655

Goddam she was a leggy bitch. Couldnt much abide by that orange peel she called a hide though. What finally got me was them tits. I hadn't eyed titties like them in a while. Dont care if they was fake. Fake is fine by me.

>> No.4045657

>>4045647
>suffering from worse hyper inflation than the Wiemar Republic

Oh man I larfed

>> No.4045668

She looked depressing. Sometimes you meet people in life who are just that; depressing. The photograph looked like something that was lifted from a facebook page, maybe even myspace. There was a kind of vulgarity to her that I immediately understood, and I couldn't look at her very long because of it.

She looked like the kind of girl that peaks in high school as the prettiest one in her little midwestern town, and then she goes on to work at a diner for the rest of her cigarette stained life. There was a kind of desperation in her eyes that said that she was too dumb to do anything productive, but just smart enough to know that she was a lost cause if she had to go it alone.

She was a gold digger from the start. But at least she's honest enough to tell you that to your face.

>> No.4045669

I'm confused. It seems like some of you don't find her attractive. She's easily a 9/10, though I would just call her a 10. Are the negative comments those infamous 4chan "trolls" I've heard about? This chick is fuckin hot.

>> No.4045672

>>4045669
6/10 for a troll posting about trolls

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4045674

>>4045250
She's a fucking whore. You're welcome

>> No.4045676

>>4045450
> forgetting that when people looked in magazines they didn't see people but pictures

>>4045498
>Of someone ordinary reaching for beauty yet falling short. She had all the features of beauty

>>4045566
>Huge neon letters warning unsuspecting folk about how their children can be molested for years and they'd never even notice

>>4045624
>her unfamiliar mouth

I like these lines the best so far

>> No.4045681

>>4045250
She wasn't always this way. Once she was normal, just one amongst the crowd. If only she had stayed in the crowd...but she didn't. She wanted to be great, to be known! to be loved! not just another cog in the system, not a face in the street, but an actual PERSON! Somebody who mattered.

So she sold herself away. Removed her "imperfections", and replacing them with filler, with "beauty". It didn't work. The parts she had bought were just that, parts. Never truly connecting, never giving her the beauty she so desired, they only served to take away the meager beauty she actually had; and so she was left not as a person, but a doll. Never important, never loved, just...a bit of fluff soon to be forgotten in the passage of time.

>> No.4045692

As far as crossdressers go, Charlie was a seven out of ten. I mean seriously, he had me fooled for the longest time. But if I knew anything about trannies, it was that they over do everything. Charile was a strange boy when he first came to work for me. He offered blowjobs to all the other boys just to make some friends. He was a lonely kid, and it's half the job of a pimp to make the boys feel like they have a friend or a place to be safe. Charlie dived right in. He said it was the first time he felt like he had a family.

Which made it hard to pedal his ass on the street. Most of the other boys understand what we're doing here. Charlie was a weird one. I never knew if he was a post or a pre, but it never really mattered. He said he would only use his mouth on clients. Most of them prefered to think he was a girl anyway. He usually dressed like a teenage boy's dream of a Scandinavian sex doll. All pink. No real woman wears that much pink. No real woman wears that much lip gloss either.

He would slather on the lip gloss so the dick wouldn't strangle him. Cherry grease is all you could smell when you spoke to him. I remember it made me sad when they found him with his throat cut in a back alley. The John even took his wig. All that remains is this picture that his parents put on his memorial page on Facebook. It turns out in death they could accept him for who he thought he was.

>> No.4045695

>>4045692
Topkek

>> No.4045700

Had Pygmalion been raised on Hip-Hop videos, pornography and cosmetic advertisements, he would have sculpted something like her.

>> No.4045714

She looked kinda like that guy from Dragnet. Except she was a ballerina, she was orange, and pink, and she had massive tits. Other than that she looked like that guy from Dragnet. Friday.

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>>4045692

>> No.4045729

>>4045714
>and she had massive tits
which she bought, as from a shop window. Pointing to the plumpest cones of jelly, she said "those ones."

>> No.4045738

>>4045729
You are the best writer on this entire board, I'm not even kidding.
>10/10 would buy hardcover

>> No.4045749

>>4045250
Some people you meet really give you the sense that they'd had or will have an abortion in the near future. Some people tell you there is no hope for the human race without ever saying a word.

>> No.4045754

For sale: one pair of baby shoes. Never used.

>> No.4045758

She is a woman, likely with self-esteem issues, a punching bag for outdated hats and the essence of our times. I wish I could stick my penis inside her, because she is what society tells me I should want to stick my penis inside, and I'm vulnerable to suggestion.
I'm very sorry for this poor girl, and hope she can live happily despite her body image issues.

>> No.4045768

>>4045250
She was posed to seduce.
Dead-eyed promiscuous glare,
Titanite skin, peroxide hair.
A smattering of pink,
daddy's girl.
Illusion, delusion; hoodwink.
She tries to suppress,
She fails to disguise;
Long legs, bare chest, undressed.
She was posed to seduce.
Dead-eyed promiscuous glare,
I am predisposed to deduce,
fakery, bakery, hot air.

>> No.4047147

>>4045692
Too contrived.

>> No.4047161

>>4045498
http://the-toast.net/2013/08/20/not-a-beautiful-protagonist/

>Awesome trope, braj

>> No.4047169

>>4045250
>Girl?

>> No.4047197

>>4045250
Cheap make up caked her whore's face that fateful night, as she posed for her wigger boyfriend. He quickly snapped the shot, and crooned, "Damn, babe. You're lookin tasty."
She squealed and ran to the next room abashed, as he uploaded the image to 4chan. She knew that moment would eternalized in pixels, but couldn't possibly imagine how... I'm that girl...

>> No.4047216

>>4045768

Lol I bet you thought that was awesome. I'm also sure you never get laid.

>> No.4047219

She never knew we were looking, peering at her through dirty glass. We competed to describe her, in our own styles; a one-upmanship game of adverbs. Some poured scorn on her appearance, others on the life they imagined for her. The kindest, but unknowingly cruellest, pitied her. She never knew we were looking, and she wouldn't have cared. She was happy enough.

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4047231

>>4045508
>caparison

>> No.4047241

>itt: MUH ARTIFICIAL BEAUTY, LE INNER BEAUTY IS GUDDER XDDDDDDDDDDDDD

>> No.4047244

A person of the human species taken a photographic shot in a highly sexually conceived posture and appearance.

>> No.4047251

id cum
iwant 2 fill her cervix with CUM & also love her
maybe itsabeet beta but i dc,

ill make her cum 2
forever, in love-- XTC
MDMA, or love
who cares, chemical romance

cum for me, ,,,..,cうm
cum.

>> No.4047295

>>4047241
How about just beauty, period?

>> No.4047306 [DELETED] 

this thread is disgusting

>> No.4047309

>>4047295
hivemind

>> No.4047347

>>4047306
Hey you.
Yes you man.
You trying to built some muscle?
You do? You just found the right yo-
AHH
FUCK OUT THE WHEY

>> No.4047357

>>4045581
This one is very good. It needs tidying up, but I really like what you were trying to do.

I'd reduce the muse names a bit though, and make the underlying angle more subtle. The "everyone has a perfect partner/muse, and there is someone who will find this girl perfect," is cliche as fuck, but the "I'll refrain from mocking her directly and wait until I can mock them both," redeems it.

The imagery is good also and quite poetic. I particularly liked:
>Pink Freud poses, draped in father issues
>waiting for God forever in a vestment. God, the contrast would be divine - that black striking our heroine's ombré tones. Lord, save my immortal soul.

>> No.4047363

>>4047347
You forgot *sniff*, but hey, you can do whatever the fuck-a-doodle-doo

>> No.4047405

We had done it twice before I realised I was fucking a corpse. She just lay there, splayed out on the bed, limbs outstretched and cum clogging up just about every orifice.

If I'm honest with myself, it didn't really come as much of a surprise. Chloe didn't really have much of a reason to live in the first place, save for fucking, and even then she had managed just fine under the circumstances. There had been signs, sure, like when her fingernail had broken off in the bar. It had just fallen, like there was nothing holding it there in the first place, leaving behind some dried out flesh and hanging skin. Somewhere between chugging the last drops of beer and feeling her hand around my dick, I had forgotten.

The buzz was kind of dying out now, and my eyes beginning to focus. I'd have to call the cops. The way things looked now, they'd probably arrest me and throw me in jail with the other necrophiliacs. Then they'd think about doing it with Chloe because they could.

Still, I couldn't exactly leave her covered in cum. So I took a couple of wads of toilet paper, dampened them, and began washing her down. They paper came away coated in brown; fake tan, since it left the skin a milky white when it came off. I took it to her forehead, cursing my drunken recital of the Lion King, and managed to tear away some hair in the process. In my defence, she didn't have all that much to begin with, and had made up for it with cheap hair extensions and peroxide.

The air was sour and heavy from the smell of sex and death. I'd done all I could. I didn't even look back at her as I buttoned my shirt and left. Downstairs, the undead danced and drank and fucked. Not a single one was alive, not a single one even had the incentive or integrity or morals to experience being alive. And then, as I stood there, I realised that every woman in the world was dead, and had been for a very long time.

>> No.4047417

>>4047405
Nice, but that last line was utterly unnecessary. It has nothing to add to the rest of the text and is needlessly sexist.

>> No.4047429

>>4047405
Riga J?

>> No.4047438

she a, hamburger fetischism schizoid type--plastic cutting edge nihilist bullshit couldn't slice this donna without paying the first required 5 cents of allemony required to enter the Blessed Kingdom where pink clouds reign free, and Gabriel is the fat shop clerk sweating pools of angst slowly engulfing us all in this cold where nothing is naught and idc is like asking about the weather. she was short of a cuckolded megami, that kind of godess that makes acne-decorated nerds cream pants in waves yet waves screaming "I'm a creep!"

>> No.4047476

She was a fusion. Her glow a deep orange and caramel mixing and spreading across a plastic sheet of skin, evenly settled across her perfectly molded figure to sheen even in the
darkest of times. Her silk hair fell in rotund curves, on to her plump gleaming breasts as if sunbathing on bronze beaches, almost mimicking her body. There was something
about her. Something behind the cherry-coke skin and ice cream curves. Something underneath that tight layer of plastic. Something that contradicted the immense
layers of perfection it was lost among. Or perhaps there was nothing at all. I couldn't decide which scared me more.

>> No.4047492

>>4047405

The idea is good, execution is a bit sloppy.

>> No.4047623

>>4045521
Goddamn brilliant prose.

>> No.4047658

>>4047623
Are you fucking kidding me?

Actually, nevermind. This is /lit/, people here actually think that kind of shit is good.

>> No.4047674

>>4047658
>521 here- I thought "stood in standard form" gave it away... apparently not.

>> No.4047773

she was pretty hot, but not the type of hot to put a ring on

>> No.4047794 [DELETED] 

>>4045250
She was the kind of girl that got disapproving looks everywhere she went. Cleavage, hair, legs, tan in a can. Yuck. There's something commendable about withstanding societies slings and arrows to seek your own happiness. But my gut told me I should follow suit and I sighed and rolled my eyes as she entered. Prejudice works like that, it can't ever be rationalised, and we'd hate others to do the same to us, but it infects us all, even the brightest and best, they're the worst.

>> No.4047809

>>4045250
She was the kind of girl that got disapproving looks everywhere she went. Cleavage, hair, legs, tan in a can. Yuck. There's something commendable about withstanding societies slings and arrows to seek your own happiness. But my gut told me I should follow suit and I sighed and rolled my eyes as she entered. Prejudice works like that, it can't ever be rationalised, and we'd hate others to do the same to us, but it infects us all, even the brightest and best, they're the worst, because the only people who think bad of them are people they've already dismissed as their inferiors anyway. If this girl has any sense she will think the best of everybody and be far more open minded than the brightest and best. But I doubt it

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>>4047476
So any pointers? Criticisms?

Please

>> No.4047842

nut cracker

>> No.4047845

>>4047839
I liked it, although the mention of plastic was a bit cliche. Acceptable prose overall.

>> No.4047849

>>4047845
Yeah, it is pretty cliche.

Thanks though

>> No.4047852

>>4047839
nobody did mine, either...

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>>4047852
>that feel

>> No.4047908

>>4047476
eh/10
i don't hate you just on the basis of this, so you're better than 70% of /lit/ i suppose

certainly better than all this "lol she a slute" garbage

>> No.4047919

>>4047658
As I typed that I knew that I would get a reply like this. I love how 4chan just has soaring high standards.

>> No.4047931 [DELETED] 

She was hot. She's the kind of girl you fuck like a cheap whore and never talk to again. I'd willingly contract an STD just to smash my veiny, uncut thick cock into her pussy. I wonder whether she has meatflaps or an innie. Sometimes whores have innies, nature is funny like that. I would fuck her like a dog in the heat, doggystyle until her ass is beat. I want tears to paint her face with makeup and mascara while I go balls-deep. I want to pull on her platinum blonde hair, pulling her face upwards so I can see the agony mixing with pleasure. I want to slap her ass, a red outline of my hand marking her just like cattle. By the time I feel it coming, I'd pull out, take her face and hold it firm against the wall, my hand on her throat choking her. Just before she passes out I'd shoot my cum all over her face, and leave her there lying, collapsed against the wall, like a finished masterpiece covered in milky white cum, midnight blue mascara, and rainy tears on the earthy surface of make-up. After I take a final look at it, I'd pick up my clothes, dress up and leave satisfied.

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>>4047890
>yfw you realize that image reads Lhat Feeh

>> No.4047938

A repulsive mess of everything I want. Canvas overstretched to perfection, painted.

>> No.4047939

She was hot. She's the kind of girl you fuck like a cheap whore and never talk to again. I'd willingly contract an STD just to smash my veiny, uncut thick cock into her pussy. I wonder whether she has meatflaps or an innie. Sometimes whores have innies, nature is funny like that. I would fuck her like a dog in the heat, doggystyle until her ass is beat. I want tears to paint her face with makeup and mascara while I go balls-deep. I want to pull on her platinum blonde hair, pulling her face upwards so I can see the agony mixing with pleasure. I want to slap her ass, a red outline of my hand marking her just like cattle. By the time I feel it coming, I'd pull out, take her head and hold it firm against the wall, my hand on her throat choking her. Just before she passes out I'd shoot my cum all over her face, and leave her there lying, collapsed against the wall, like a finished masterpiece covered in milky white cum, midnight blue mascara, and rainy tears on the earthy surface of make-up. After I take a final look at it, I'd pick up my clothes, dress up and leave satisfied.

>> No.4047941

>>4045411
Short and sour.

>> No.4047944

>>4047939
wow, the edge is strong with you
you should follow in chuck "edgemaster" palahniuk's footsteps

>> No.4047952

>>4047908
This "lol cheap whore" shit would be fine if they did it well, but it just goes too far and its written like they were robots.

>> No.4047957

>>4047476
read this to yourself
do u see nothing to improve upon?

>> No.4047958

>>4047944
I think you only dislike Chuck Palahniuk for doing something different.

>> No.4047960

>>4047957
Yeah, I do have some pretty loaded sentences there. It could be made more easily comprehensible without the imagery being taken away either.

>> No.4047962

>>4047405
the confidence w which this is written is really annoying
also fuck u for the last line, ur just an asshole

>> No.4047975

>>4047939
wat
this is lame & doesnt fit the guidelines of the thread

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>>4047944
never read him bro

>> No.4047985

>>4047958
i dislike chuck palahniuk because his characters are collections of weird habits and physiological deformities
i dislike chuck palahniuk because his books have awful pacing, the only kind to accommodate his endless plot twists
i dislike chuck palahniuk because he says nothing worth saying except "fuck you mom and dad"

>> No.4047988

>>4047985
so what you're saying is, I should read Chuck Palahniuk?

>> No.4047994

>>4047988
yes
so that you may know what we fight
and fight it well

>> No.4047998

>>4045250

God was with his bright buttocks sunk back in his favorite cloud, drinking ambrosia beer, eating apples (cursed humans, they are mine alone!) and receiving foot massage from one of his harem of submissive boy-angels (not even all eternity will be sufficient for me to get tired of these effeminate boys), when, with the speed of lightning, a thought swept up by his divine neurons that contain everything: "This type of woman I carved at the time of Eden is outdated: it's time to create something new - all forms deserve evolution. "

Then the Lord said, amid a bittersweet burp of brewed ambrosia, to some of his angels-bitches: "Go to Earth and bring me this list of ingredients, and do not delay, for ther is a risk that I soon may pass out drunk in some corner of 2 galaxies ". The angels came to the earth and soon returned with the ingredients.

Then God took a fat sour orange and carved it until it was shaped like humanoid; lint he stuck in the head strings of dry straw and hay; opened the mounds of her breasts and slid under them two balls of a strange resin called silicone (the female lips were fatted with the same strange substance). Finally, he opened the cranial cavity and pulled out all the excessive encephalic fat, leaving only the most primitive areas of it. Finally, he sprinkled caramel essence on his new vaginal-homunculus and inserting his electric finger into the anal cavity of the creature, giving her the cursed gift that everyone knows by the word life.

"Now go, my daughter!" He finally said, "Go, and may this evolution that you are be the standard of beauty for females to come." The angels led the new creation back to Earth, while the Lord, settling on the sofa cloud, shouted "Now bring me the chips of stars and come watch my trolling with this shitty men that I created in the past"!

>> No.4048003

>>4045250
Deadbolts; opaque pink and orange; the harsh reflectors; and the ingenious strip of light which obscured the electric circuitry to the bright paths from incandescent view; so many of the trappings of the modern prisons faded and enveloped her. Beneath the haze of harshly buzzing polymer, I could scarcely detect the outline of her frozen tortured form, ink bound by arcane treacherous inscriptions on the demon's angular penult, liberally coated in a creatine base, as though the Playboy deflector was not enough impediment to the natural manifestation of her fairy spirit.

>> No.4048007

>>4045250

Blonde hair. Almost white. Tanned skin. White top. White-pink gradient colored skirt. Pink shoes.
She stands next to a pink suitcase.
She is about to leave for a conference.
She has a PhD in astrophysics.
She will speak about the Landau theory of superfluid liquids .
She loves the look of the confused audience.

>> No.4048017

>>4045250
Blonde hair. Almost white. Tanned skin. White top. White-pink gradient colored skirt. Pink shoes.Pink suitcase.
She is about to leave for a conference.
She has a PhD in astrophysics and will speak about the Landau theory of superfluid liquids .
She loves the look of the confused audience.

>> No.4048036 [DELETED] 

>>4045250
disgusting slut. would rape, then murder.

>> No.4048038

>>4048036
nice fail sage.

>> No.4048040 [DELETED] 

>>4048038
Implying thats not my name.

You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048045

>>4048040
This just proves you don't know how to sage.

>putting it in all fields

>> No.4048051 [DELETED] 

>>4048045
No it doesn't.

You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048057 [DELETED] 

>>4048036
>>4048040
>>4048051
you are a disgusting human being

>> No.4048063 [DELETED] 

>>4048057
>Valuing the opinion of a tripnigger

You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048070

>>4048063
But you're technically a tripnigger if that really is your name like you said earlier.

>> No.4048073 [DELETED] 

>>4048070
Do I have a tripnigger code? No? Then I'm not a tripnigger.

For your stupidity, You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048080

>>4048073
tripfag doesn't need a tripcode.

Just a faggot personality and a name.

both of which you have

>> No.4048081 [DELETED] 

>>4048063
>slurs make me abrasive and shocking
actually it's the exact opposite for almost all of western society

>> No.4048083 [DELETED] 

>>4048080
>tripfag doesn't need a tripcode.
>What is a namefag?

You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048087 [DELETED] 

>>4048081
>slurs
Stopped reading right there. Would you like to know what you are?


A butthurt tripnigger. No one likes you.

For your butthurt, You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048092

>>4047216
Not really. As a rule I can't write poetry for shit, so I avoid it. But I posted it here for everyone to see so of course I'm really as pretentious as you make me out to be.

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4048106

>>4048087
well you're mean loser

you can sage this thread but you can't sage the hole in your heart

>> No.4048107

Wide-eyed and small nosed, she felt at odds with her perpetually fourteen face, the pallor and light dappled freckles seemed to her a further tethering to years she had long since shed in her mind.

At twelve, she had the revelation that the nature of aging was just another set of lies agreed upon-a set which held faster to society than she curled her fingers into her denigrated pleasure reading beneath the table in hopes lies kept secret could not be assaulted by this new definition of truth- watching her mother plying at the home service technician for sisterly compliments on face and popular taste. Her fourteen year old face could be easily made into another equally praised untruth, a risible fiction no one could hold to her alone once she stepped onto the suicidal path of this observable moral law.

By twenty-six, peroxide was treated like a categorical imperative- she wasn't sure her uncovered face still read fourteen or why she'd hated it- and the summation of her face-aged efforts was simply that she read Playboy at the breakfast table, not Kant. The television set went out again and her mother called for a service technician, a mouth full of cereal since she no longer flirted with them.

>> No.4048112

>>4047998

Wonderful, m8, very good! A bit sloppy and fast-made, but good.

>> No.4048113 [DELETED] 

>>4048106
>petty name calling
You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048114

>>4048087
>>>/b/

>> No.4048147

Factual information is always the best right? This is a picture of Kim Kardashian from 2003 when he was a teenager looking for a good time in all the wrong places. In terms of how she looks. I'd say she looks like the plebeian archetype of what glamour must have seemed like to kids who's only culture came from cable television.

Its the kind of visceral playing the harlot that makes you understand what the old testament meant when it said such things were sins again God. But most of the nerdy guys who frequent this board wouldn't even know what to say to her if they came across a girl like her in public. It would be nothing but awkward glances at their shoes, or trying to look like they were checking their cell phone. Hoping not to embarrass themselves more than they already had.

Maybe a few of you reading this would be the kind of man to look her in the eye and admit she's not that attractive. Maybe you'd decide not to do anything because you know she's going to be sucking Kanye West off with that glossy mouth in a few years. But I personally wouldn't talk to her for one really good reason; I can't imagine she'd have anything interesting to say.

>> No.4048156

>>4048147
>But I personally wouldn't talk to her for one really good reason; I can't imagine she'd have anything interesting to say.

Her TV show proves that you, sir, are correct.

>> No.4048157

>>4048147
>When he was a teenager
topkek

>> No.4048158 [DELETED] 

>>4048114
>WWWAAAHHH GO BAK 2 BEEEEE
You've just earned this thread a SAGE.

>> No.4048203

Who was she, this girl leaning against my door frame in an "adult" ballerina outfit, tu-tu flared out and ending just above her thigh. The bodice showed off the objects most of my friends thought I invited her to my room for, and the unnatural tan of her face shown sweaty under lights that weren't neons and lasers. The caked on mess that was her makeup only served to accentuate her duck-lips. She wasn't very attractive.

Her mother wore similar pink heels the night she managed to rope the girl's father in and get a hold on him for 10 years after Ashley was born, 10 years of pure hatred between two people who made a mistake years before. The shoes were also similar to those that were given to her in exchange for her silence, from the parade of men who shagged her tired, saggy mother night after night, and left the house before the early morning with a new, expensive vase and the lingering feeling of a tight pink sleeve around their dick from young Ashley, who had none of the sense that what she was doing was wrong, and all of the sense to exploit it as much as she could.

So it was while she stood there in my door way, trying her hardest to get me at my hardest, I made my decision. I was going to teach this girl a lesson, one her mother failed in teaching her during the drunken stupor that was her middle ages. I was going to treat this glorified blow-up doll like a normal human being for once. And to do that, I wasn't going to fuck her. No, I was going to show her that plastic was not skin and loose lips high and low were not, in fact, a red carpet.

>> No.4048207

She had skin like an elephant and smelled like McDonald's. I was horny.

>> No.4048216

ITT: Everyone just saying how dumb she looks.

Can't you come up with something more interesting? She probably put a lot of work in to look this way for her best friend's Sweet Sixteen. Maybe she's going to the top state school next year and even has a job as a hostess at a local restaurant.

>> No.4048225

>>4048216
>sweet sixteen
The whore is, at the very least, 23.

>> No.4048228

>>4048216
>ITT: Everyone just saying how dumb she looks.
bitch has a PhD in Astrophysics and read Kant for fun as a 12 year old. She probably comprehensively read more of this thread than you, dumbfuck.

>> No.4048258

There was something utterly unreal about her. Perhaps it was her teracotta skin, her flat sheaf of hair-flax, her absurd tits. Maybe it was the way she combined the fantastic and the mundane, beauty and terrible ugliness, in the waxwork model of her body.

Is this what happens when caricatures incarnate? The suggestive eyes of the page 3 babe might have known. Her body and the judgement of others screamed otherwise.

Puritans call her type artificial, but maybe they were right with this one: she seemed to have all the components of a sexual fantasy stitched together. The seams showed.

>> No.4048274

She flipped the switch to play her pre-recorded voice saying "Uncanny Valley All Ahoy". I had just enough time to wonder what I had gotten myself into before the lights went and the techno and strobes took over.

>> No.4048310

>>4048228
>White knight defending the honor of a picture of a stupid whore.
>YOU CANT A BOOK WITH A COVER
>Book covers are designed to give you an idea of what's inside you nigger.

>> No.4048316
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4048316

>>4048216
>Complains that people aren't saying anything interesting
>opens with a cliche
>Stay plebeian

>> No.4048318

>>4048310
>confusing image and prose
I bet you think this is a chatboard and all, donchya pet? Take your deeply confused self to >>>/r9k/

>> No.4048347

>>4045566
who thinks what about this?

>> No.4048432

As she opened the door and I looked upon her for the first time I was a bit overwhelmed.

"too much perfume" was the thought that first caught in my mind, as she had used so much that the smell of it had preceded her appearance and caused my throat to burn from the smell of it.

She struck a pose for some awkward and unknown reason and puckered her lips in that way so many girls are fund of in popular society. Truly the mark of so little self respect.

Her hair was thinned from how often she bleached it, and her skin was a glairing shade of unnatural orange. If I did not know what a spray tan was I would have assumed she had overdosed on vitamin K.

Her clothes were undersized forcing what little body fat she did have to pinch and spill out. Her breast implants were oversized and spherical giving me the impression that some third rate doctor had tricked her and instead of implants had used ninety-nine cents store basketballs in there place.

Looking on her as she was now just made me sad. Her natural beauty preceding this great change was something to be admired; her current state was something to be pitied.

>> No.4048439

>>4048432
>fund of

fuck I mean fond of, I should not write drunk.

>> No.4048454

She is the whore of babylon. Perfect emblem for what is wrong with social life in the USA and Canada.

Thank god I am only attracted to Polish Prostitutes.

>>4045250

>> No.4048472

>>4048432
looolll this is dope

the smell of it had preceded her appearance and caused my throat to burn from the smell of it.

some third rate doctor had tricked her and instead of implants had used ninety-nine cents store basketballs in there place.

also
> I looked upon her for the first time
>natural beauty preceding this great change was something to be admired; her current state was something to be pitied
how can u say that last sentence if u saw her for the first time like 18 sec ago

>> No.4048594

>>4048439
read
>>4048472
I am drunk, I forgot to say "for the first time in years" not "for the first time"

>> No.4048605

>>4048432
>muh natural beauty
ugh, natural beauty's such a seemingly innocuous concept, but it's almost always used to shame women

>> No.4048622

>>4048605
>Check you privilege non-ugly scum.

or

>help patriarchy is oppressing me

>> No.4048628

It had worked! I stood back in wonder. I'd never done this before and I knew it was untested outside of the strict conditions the supervisors insisted our team uphold, and it worked.

Almost instantaneously, the panic set in. I ran over my mental checklist, the thought the rigour of the gel would run out in just nine minutes running parallel to every other.

I couldn't wait and unfurled the outfit I had chosen for her mother, wrapping it around the perfectly stained breasts she had inherited from the same. The time factor reminded me how lucky I was the same chemical smell and style had taken off all those static years before, when I left her mother.

A chance of fashion could have ruined my vision of her still benzene rung flesh. Her voluminous breasts chilled slightly by the endothermic first phase of the gel didn't rest wholly in the rayon cups of the corset but, making good time, I dismissed it and its parallel thought for the smooth mechanics of repetition compulsion.

The two minutes left until her flexibility was restored and she would fold neatly into her matching case I had acquired that morning, I found myself with time to wonder if her mother had ever received my notes from stasis about her android replica playing up. Did she know of my love for her? She was sixty when I returned to Earth and her genetic replica matched her as she was then, still underage.

As she crumbled into my outstretched, waiting arms, I thought about how, this time, no parent would refuse to sign the consent forms to freeze my love; when she came she would not call another's name.

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>>4048432
>>4048439
>>4048594
dat feel when you write better drunk than I do sober

>> No.4048647

>>4048432
welp that made me laugh
>>4048628
made me laugh then I felt creeped out for some reason

>> No.4048652

What if she were to swell up into a giant blueberry?

>> No.4048659

>>4048647
I'm >>4048628 I gave myself the length of a song and it's responsible for most of the creep and humour. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nUQJjaXi-A

>>4048652
no

>> No.4048661

Am I the only one who thought she was really cute from the thumb nail, but then when I opened the picture I was a bit turned off from some unknown reason.

>> No.4048686

>>4048316
over your head, kellsy

>> No.4048809

>>4048661
>Am I the only one [...]
Yes. I could tell immediately she was a used up, Jersey-Shore-tier whore

>> No.4048825

>>4045250
A pathetic, plastic whore that hides her insecurities, pains and knowledge that she has become only an object that is lusted after and never truly loved behind the wrapped mask of physical pleasures.

>> No.4048826

>>4048809
I converse with all the postmodernism I read too, anon.

>> No.4048835

>>4048826
Che?

>> No.4048843

>>4048835
Sure- why not?

>> No.4048852

>>4045250
A vapid knob-gobbling cum-guzzler.

>> No.4048886

oy m8 fancy a shag? a wont tell ya m8s, g' me the horn ranna back a the chippy

>> No.4048896

>>4048886
b'us sum chips 1st luv

>> No.4049035

She loves mankind.

>> No.4049785

>>4047197
wat

>> No.4050891

>>4045250
Nut rag and titty fuck machine.

>> No.4050903

>>4045508
really? Who goes to wax museums anymore? ever?

>> No.4052267

>>4048203
Cricitism?

>> No.4052286

heavily normalized and plastic

>> No.4052480

This is what happens to women when they take media representations of "desirable" women to the logical conclusion.

absolutely disgusting

and the patriarchy is to blhame

>> No.4052514

Head cocked to the right, arm cocked to the left. She reached, high into the room's alabaster sky, and touched the smooth, hard surface. To hold herself upright, I thought, watching as the tutu frills bounced and jiggled in the darkening light. She pursed her lips in a timeless moment and lifted a leg, pink high-heeled toes caressing the back of her knee. Slight changes, miniscule in space though non-existent in effect, heralded a pleading in her eyes to take a photo. I wondered if she'd fall, or let her breath out, or if the 3/4 portrait she was trying for would be ok this time.

She'd set my timer for 10 seconds, and I couldn't wait to close my eye. I'd seen all I needed in the first. I sighed, a clicking in the soft light, and closed far too late for the one hundred eightieth time that afternoon. 20.2 MP, full frame CMOS sensor. 100-25600 ISO range. Honestly, all she had to do was hit "auto" and I'd take the fucking shot. It's a poor day when you can resolve half a million shades of pink a hundred times with never a good shot in sight