/lit/ - Literature

>>22510297
No

Year 1955
“Vote John Doxison for reelection!,Vote John Doxison for reelections!”
The man shouted into the street using his megaphone which was red and had John Doxison on it.He stood on a soapbox on a street corner as people passed by.He wore a suit and tie with a boater hat.He has fair skin and black hair and was 34 years old.
This was Bob Daniels and he worked for John Doxisom as his assistant campaign manager.For the last three hours he had been shouting this over and over.
After a bit he got down and grabbed the soapbox and a series of posters.Then he grabbed a paint roller and walked off.He set up poster after poster and kept doing it through downtown.
The posters were red and had John Doxison on it and pointing at the reader saying “I want you to re-re-elect me for mayor !”
Eventually Bob Daniels saw a poster for the new candidate Chuck King who was African American.Bob looked at the poster and chuckled then tore it down and crumbled it up.Another man wearing a “I’ll join John” button walked over and laughed.The man said “A colored mayor ? What’s next a colored president ?”
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Ed and walked away as Bob put a poster of John Doxison up.As he walked he saw all the stores with the newest products and inventions.
Then he made his way back to the mayor’s office.
He made his way up to the mayor’s office when he saw a Hispanic man who looked like a greaser.He wore a leather jacket and white shirt and had sunglasses and jeans.He was carrying a duffel bag.
Bob saw the man and yelled at him.
“What the hell are you doing here !,Your kind don’t belong here get the hell “
The Hispanic man mumbled to himself and went down the stairs and walked away.
“Alright sir I’ve set up posters for the campaign all across the downtown area” Bob said as he stood next to the campaign manager.The manager handed a sheet of paper and said “Along with that here is your speech for tomorrow and the next one will be done soon.”
He had a thick British accent.
The mayor looked at the speech and said
“Good work Arnold always the best from you” said the mayor and the manager responded with “Thank you sir”
“Now we need a way to get the low income areas to vote for us so come up with a way to do that” the mayor said.
“Will do sir” The manager said and he walked away but stopped and waved for Bob Daniels.
“Come along Bobert we have much work to attend to now” The manager said and Bob followed.The two walked down the hallway and into the campaign room.The room was full of posters, flyers, buttons and pickets.The two took their seats from across each other.
Arnold was tall and thin and pale white and had a serious expression and slicked back black hair.He never laughed and never slimed.He never even looked slightly happy.
Arnold came up with an idea and told the idea.
“Let’s tell them that we can get them a better life in Pittsburgh and set them up with a stable but actually we”ll have them banned from town-

Bakker is Greg Sadler approved

Worth it despite Fry being a fag? His trilogy, including, Mythos, Heroes and Troy seem pretty appealing and well written. Only thing that turns me off about those books is Stephen Fry being a sodomite, and the books having subte faggery. I'm put off. Are the books still good? Who else do you recommend?

>>18758698
Don't read basic economics by thomas sowell. Its just a bunch of autistic sperging and talks about why communism doesn't work more than what economics is about.

>>18760879
I think WW1 and WW2 is proof enough

>>18546271
Pretty sure the symbol of fascism was an Austrian painter and architect named Adolf.

>>16264778
Yes

>>15566171
retard, I found you immediately by cross-referencing your major and the penis inspection registry.

>>14163627
>mass quantities of input of the language
I approve of this post.

>>11457725
ok

"You have said it."

i want you to ponder upon this mysterious, Delphic, and abstruse phrase; what does it mean? it's one of those bizarre phrases in the whole book; it's one of the most confusing passages that i have ever read; you have said it, he says; you have said it; but what? i need some context, some pizzazz; what's up, what's going on, what's happening? you have said it, he says; you have said it, he replies; he goes, you have said it; okay, well, where do we go from here? thoughts, commentary, and comments below; also please remember to like and subscribe for more videos

>>11457681
ho hum! so! exeunt! let them frown then; and, let's add some more; come with me, we'll add like we did back in math class; adding that they can leer, multiplying that they can jeer; adding with an exponent that they can jowl, and scowl, and flip out in a prowl; that they can laugh, and gaff, and not even half; that they can smirk, scorn, be forlorn, glower, glare, and lower; they can do all of this, and more; they can make up new negative facial expressions to fit the times and the need; they can pluck up all of their muscular facial strength in their cheeks, their jaws, their face, their eyes to contort their monstrous visages into new torments, into tormented tempestuous little storms of hate, of anger, of fury; but i thrist; and god, why have you forsaken me; i thirst, and i am flesh; i breathe, and i am born; i know who i am, and i am that i am; prithee, sirrah; learn to live a little bit in life; you have said it; just live a little; we'll be fine; if they frown, it means they're wasting muscular energy on negativity; let them frown; i want my name; prithee, god-den to you

>>11457643
why are you taking a picture of me? i didn't give you permission; delete whatever picture you took of me; i don't even know what kind of gambol or song this is for; what kind of treat or delight this is for; we are not in rapport; you have not been propitious and lovely to me; i am not your idol, your boy, your muse, your love song; delete that picture from off the camera; good day, sirrah

>>11457651
so...what you're saying is....a pistol? you're saying i should shoot myself with a pistol? that's grand, that's lovely; did you take regular classes in high school? that must be where the violent mentality exhibits itself from; it was never subverted, subsumed; never diverted, or degluted; let's take a step back from there; let's take a step back from the ledge; you should have challenged yourself in AP classes instead of hanging out with your friends smoking marlboro cigarettes and failing classes and going to concerts; think about it

>>11457527
please, diagnose me, doctor; tell me what's wrong with me; presume to know my mental illness, my confabulation, my hallucinations; prescribe me illicit drugs to take to calm myself; tell me every thing is going to be alright and okay; and tell me i'll get the girl who usurps the confines of my dreams and makes her habitation there, for me to kiss and slobber over; tell me, doctor; i'm waiting

>>11457598
i'm assuming that's a representation of me; no, no; i'm not white; i'm more of the pepperoni variety; with the greasy hair, the beautiful mustache, and the profound sexiness and longitude that comes with it; the girth is extra; i love it; i love the meat; give us the meat, poplin

>>11457602
the one who wrote that gatsby novel; and tender is the side; and paradise; and tender is the night; and the last tycoon; and trimalchio; my god, do i have to spell it out for you, kid? do i have to use slower movements and voice modulations? f. scott. fitzgerald. the one who married zelda (no, not the video game character who marries link); get your head out of the gutter and listen for once; ho, hum! prithee;

i took AP classes in high school; something wrong? i was an overachiever; they got me into joyce, fitzgerald, shakespeare, fitzgerald, and joyce; something wrong? ho hum!

(tosses and turns in his sleep in a chaotic slumber of naked women; dreams of insatiable lust, of whores and harlots sauntering about)

STEPHEN: I wish to propagate the unknown and unborn conscience of my race. I am a young man, and this is my portrait; and these are my feelings, my misgivings, my doubts, and my guilt. I feel guilt, Father, for the sins I have placed upon myself in the way of feeling lust for others. Animal and insatiable lust that fills my brooding mind and claws at me with eager traps. I wish to escape, and yet I cannot. I embrace it fully, this sordid and tawdry life. In a way, I enjoy it. And I want to embrace other promiscuous and tantalizing women. I want to play pianola to Zoe with her slip and the three buckles.

HO HUM!

>>11452950
Stephen glances at H.C.E. with a sense of wonder and of innocent curiosity at the profundities and eccentricities of his speech. He notices theretofore a thick accent in the proceedings generated by his stock and breed; it appears as of a Finnegans Wake sort of style, bred and nurtured by consistent proximity to areas of Irish speaking and upbringing. He looks at him as if he is brother, as if he represents brotherhood; he feels a congenial sense of pride with him, and wishes to know more.

--Let me take you out the pub. I know Latin.

what kind of faggotry is this thread? this is the cringiest stuff i've seen all month; my god

>>11452925
(looks at buck with a bit of disdain but ultimately forgiveness; his face has a jocular sense to it; it sneers and leers;)

fine, pal; we'll go to the pub; but remember, i have to go see father tonight in his destitute house filled with penury; and i need to remember that my mother died and she smelled like wet ashes and her voice rose to me as in a dream and she whispered stephen come home stephen come home YOUR MOTHER IS BEASTLY DEAD you jejune jesuit

>>11452905
(feels pain, not quite yet the pain of love, but the pain of the wedgie as it rips into his buttocks; the pain enters his mind at an alarming rate; he feels vanquished; he at first tries to hold back the welling of the tears; but, when the pain is too much, he lets it out; he succumbs; the tears wash over him in ablution like ocean waves over the vast world; it is a scene of hysteria, of loss, of rejection)

STEPHEN: i...you...but....

(he runs off in cowardly pace, his boots flipping and flopping in his dastardly wake)

STEPHEN: (peering over the scrotum-tightening sea, does the introit for paschal time): Introibo ad altare dei; oinopa ponton; and yes verily they say that the texts are so divergent of hyperphrygian and mixolydian tonics that they say Circe o what am i saying Ceres was also se que jeunesse se passe o what am i saying here's to that and laetificat unum

>>11452866
ouch! ow! mrgknao! get off; get off! you're suffocating me buck! you bucking broncho! you bucking Ajax! i'll tell ulysses on you, i will; i'll get hector to give you a noogie; thou art the man; thou art the man

and yes, laugh all you want, but lord byron is the superior poet to tennyson; tennyson is just a rhymester

(waits for the impending blow; it doesn't come)

STEPHEN: look; i don't like to drink that much, is all; i just wanted to go see beaufoy have her accouchements; want to come? it won't be long

ELIADE GUENON EVOLA NIETZSCHE HEIDERGGER HERACLITUS ULYSS