/lit/ - Literature

Its Sunday morning where I am from

Fun fact: Lou Reed died on a Sunday morning

>Pleb: what makes good literature is all subjective
>Pat: there are objective qualities that make good literature, surely you could not say Harry Potter is better than War and Peace

he looks like the kind of guy that would smash your windows and steal all the mushrooms in your fridge

Analytical because Continental Philosophy is obscuritan pulled from the cloud mubo jumbo baseless assumptions while Analytics is logically sound on axioms that are hard to argue against and just basic common sense

because muh free will

he is actually chill guy though, he answers pretty much any email he gets
chomsky@mit.edu

reporting in

I can't get some things James Joyce wrote outta my head. Everything just feels so right.

Jokes on you OP, I print out everything on /lit/ and self publish it in books. Everyone here has been published

That quote is the bane of my eggistance. I got one when I was a dumb teen tattoo that is

because life itself can't contain abstract qualities. Depression is a word people use to describe a certain mood

the sun is down. I don't consider it time wasted. we do it because its convenient and relaxing.

>he didn't read the Pale King because he thinks its "incomplete"

He was a STAUNCH MLM supporter. He only grew stronger with age, so much so that he copy-cat suicided by Jiang Qing

The Merican Tolkein?

Does the Magic Mountian have good female characters?

Not enough crunch

>>6363644
my name has been dishonored

>>6363644
I am ashamed

>>6363615
that means posting the same picture over and over. Bless you

pseudo goes against Wittgensteins "world is all is the case" logic

\/ \/ You guys are going to laugh at this \/ \/

Cips, crunch of my life, fire of my loins. My tongue, my tastebuds. Ch-ips: the tip of the tongue taking a chip of great flavour down the palate to tap, at three, with the teeth. Ch. Ip. S. She was Ch, plain Ch, in the morning, standing --skip this part-----. She was chips in dip.. She was crinkle-cut at school. She was Walkers on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Frito-Lay. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Chips at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial chocolate-pretzel. In a candy story by the sea. Oh when? About as many bits before was chips as my age was that dip. You can always count on a chef for a fancy chip dip . Ladies and gentlemen of the kitchen, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, hungry, gluttonous seraphs, envied. Look at this bent chip

r8 comment + submiss

>>6363568
whose opinion are you regurgitating? bet it aint your own

>>6357470
What could be going through her head at a time like this? Those empty eyes.

>>6363471
can't take the chips get off the dip. keesh