/lit/ - Literature

>>23270216
"Did you just fucking imply" (whiny banshee emphasis here) "what I think you did?"
A slap knocked him over but not out as she demanded apology.
"Bend over."
The bass echoes were as deep and threatening as its baritone original. He didn't want to. She beat him again. Then a deep breath; a hug. A kiss. An apology on high. She kissed him all over, forehead, brow, nose, cheeks --avoiding lips--, jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulders (fabric first, then she stripped him), breasts, ribs, abdomen. She looked back at his eyes (sweaty brow coitally self-affected, pitch-black dead eyes) when she bit her belt. He tried to worm his way out (he felt like a worm for the first time in his life) and sprint for the window but her bear hugs were too true to their name. She unbuckled his dorky belt. Took her own cargo pants off and put his hands on her pulsing cock, hers were on his ripe and still smooth boy-ass. She split his cheeks open and used her 200lbs of weight to hold him in place as she split his ass open next. A looking-glass in front captured and replayed every photon of their act, of his reddened face, his defeat, his struggle, and her stern manly visage as she used his insides like a toy. She planned to do the same to herself, now she was ready, she had just landed a mod job in the place they'd met. צֶלֶם אֱלֹהִים (Selem Elohim)

>>23270213
And so they walked again. In that small frame of urban decay he went past the homeless debating whether to give one money or not, he was still at that age, a little dilemma she watched play out very intently (with compassion or insect need he did not know); then past drug addicts and normies who briefly harassed her. She was a pessimist, did he know?
They arrived. He enjoyed himself. She paid. In the buzz of graveyard neon now blue light she reserved herself to the spot of spectator (well, she did like watching 'tubers play games, chubby-boy train of thought) and sometimes even more reserved 2P, not quite getting into it as she did in their online matches. Hours flew, they left, but not before he went lastly for the cranes and her gender facade showed its first crack at his sight.
And so it was time to go home (he really pined for home). It had been a fun day, he thought, but Onii-Chan wasn't done. She was a self-dubbed (in third-person) night creature, a cat, remember, and NOW it was time to really have fun.
"Have you had weed before? What 'bout booze?", on the bus.
Here again childishness took over. He had not, and yes but only a bit during X-mas when his dad wasn't looking and was dead drunk himself. Yes, he knows she's staying at a hotel. He'll go.
It was more of a motel by the city's edge. Cheap. Kinda liminal. Not quite as decrepit as he'd pictured (they both liked Silent Hill and talked up to late A.M. about it, though she liked 3 and he didn't), but the kind of placed he imagined didn't really exist anymore. She jumped on the bed, not him, unzipped her backpack and took herself up to the deed. She passed the bong over to him, the pressure a ghost of fatherhood. He coughed and got pats on the back. Then went for it again. And again.
He couldn't tell if he was tripping when she licked the mouth's edge. Or when after taking a rip she went over to kiss him.
"Dude that's gay."
"Did you just call me dude?"
"Sorry, I just--"

This meeting had been a long time coming and it'd been a long time since it was first planned. Onii-chan (as she liked to call herself) had told him everything he needed to know to escape the pesky oversight of his guardians and afford himself, in what may as well have been a prison life, a little bit of freedom now immediately apparent as he set his phone on airplane mode: he had never felt the need to peddle his ass for sustenance (not in a society that took pride in its ability to let children starve or go under the thumb of abusive men and women, but never work) and so the afforded liberty to merely walk where he wanted, step on the cracks of his choosing and take detours to his heart's content all filled the latter with brimming joy. It's walking thus that he came to their promised rendezvous point.
Onii-chan was five foot eight, draped in rainbow rags that reflected from her thick frames adjoined to cat ears of some sort, and a matching tail at the end of her hunched spine (connected to where he did not assume nor ask) that finalized his easily recognizable silhouette. She was like some fucking game character, he thought as he walked closer and was immediately met with poorly vocalized glee. Remnants of foam adventure in the Discord age. His ears were still ringing when he asked how long she had been waiting.
"Not much, haha. So where do you wanna go?"
His first thought was to hit the Round1. They both liked rhythm games. Fighting games too, though he had left his Hitbox at home. He was already starting to hate the brands but their drug was too strong. The store nearby had just got a few Bemani cabinets which he was dying to try in that selfish and passionately one-minded teenage way.
"Suuuure.." was the reply to meet his vividity.

>>22204488
The golden age was the very start, where eight tripfags sat around sucking each other's cocks and nobody talked about books.

Friendly reminder to never give your work away for free if you have any self-respect as a writer. Do not submit to places that do not pay you or make you pay. I don't care how "hip" or "transgressive these gay zines are, they are profiting from your unpaid labour.

Don't fall for it.

>>21416411
Yeah, I know absolutely nothing about eudaimonia and you can't read posts, kindly fuck off

>>21416362
>I honestly don't understand why people like yourself post this stuff.
To make fun of people like yourself, it should be obvious

>>21416261
buy a copy of meditations, a 1 year gym subscription, download that one motivational image of Plato saying what le shame it is. literally have no other hobbies than working out and reading, avoid any meaningful development of your own life or any contribution of the lives ofthers, post bullshit arguments on the internet about how people who work out for tangible goals are inferior and misguided and that the goal of all "self-improvement" should be self-contained and strictly adhere to a vacuous, alienated autotelic principle

>>21415751
This advice applies to people who want to create works of lasting merit as opposed to literal and metaphorical trash recollections published by Literal Who presses. No-one is buying your books because they suck and your wife is secretly resentful you work all these shit jobs pursuing a juvenile fantasy while she financially props your household up.

Imagine having to listen to these people IRL, Jesus Christ.

Fucking Harold Pickleburger was the favourite student of Lovi Shlameel, and he fell out with him over a theoretical dispute in a strongly worded letter on the concept of jurisprudential esotericist statehood? You don't say? That's fascinating. Oh yes, and let's not forget the whole "jewish" issue, I'd love to hear about how jewish Ira Pastrami was and how that relates to Spinoza's politics and the whole nazi thing for the next 20 minutes.Excuse me for a minute while I get another drink.

>>21415160
>The trick is to get a menial job that requires very little brainpower. Standing behind a counter or doing repetitive tasks in a factory is ideal
The job could be as simple as pushing a single button at a regular interval for 8 hours, for any intelligent person with an adequate sense of self the fact that they are constrained for those 8 hours to do a prescribed task for someone else will chip away at their spirit and sense of autonomy. That's why the smartest people don't want to do any work, or at the very least do their own work. Brainpower has very little to do with it.

In any case, probably the exact opposite is true. Try working behind a counter, if you actually work a job like that long enough it will turn you into a depressed, servile fucking moron, unless you have little to no sense of self. Or do your factory work and see if your brain isn't exhausted and reeling from 8 hours of repetitive, tedious monkey work. It's great preparation for a lobotomy but not so good for writing.

The solution is to not work or do your own work. Boring wage labor puts you to sleep just as much as engaging wage labor does.

>>21411591
>You can write while still having a real job.
Say a real job is 5 days a week 9-5, which is what you need for a mortgage, which us what the average person is working for longterm. You have approx 8 hours to yourself. Realistically it's even less, may be 6 after you've had your lunch, dinner, dressed, done all the daily maintenance things. And this is discounting things healthy people do, like gym and social calls. If you add in those it's more like 4 hours, if you're lucky. So 4 hours to write, and this is without doing any reading. If you read for an hour or two it drops down to 1-2 hours writing.

So saying you can write while having a real job seems pretty unrealistic, or about as realistic as expecting to become a professional athlete by training 1 hour a day while working a 9-5.

Wagwan bombaclot me say me thinking you should Quine kill ya self

>he fell for for the "become a tradesman and beat your wife and be an alcoholic and overall generally dumbass piece of shit" meme

>no-one including any significant post 2021 references

Yeah, I'm thinking all you faggots are bots

>>21381304
Nobody asked

Is this a bot or something? The lack of self awareness is embarrassing

>give me attention
No, lol. You are a boring asshole with no real problems, just like that other boring asshole whining in several threads about how he didn't take it far enough after a month of dating

Sounds like someone got an earful because they weren't behaving like an attention vending machine for a neurotic

Maybe you should go and get that ego into shape so you too can be a predictable and useful economic function like all the other smart and interesting people in society OP

ITT: Indians

It doesn't hold a candle to posting in every thread with sage visible

>I understand the idea of wishing to get away from a purely humanist perspective in the sense that it's often historically conceived around the bourgeois ego, but how does anti-humanism actually challenge that notion any better than a universal humanism that decenters the subject into humanity as a whole?

It's literally just about there being nothing exceptional or special about humans. How can you be this braindead. Daoism is anti humanism, Nietzsche is anti humanism. Why is your first point of reference some fag using the death drive as a cope for why he can't have kids, of all things

>>21369278
Aliens vs predator

Fuck off gay and retarded botposter

>>21366471
>throughout history technology has always progressed, never regressed, hence technological regression is impossible.
Not what I said. Like, whatsoever.

The arguments of those passages essentially amount to saying: it would take a shit-ton of time for progress to reemerge if it did, and certain technologies would not reemerge.

All of which is fair, but not really watertight, and he admits as much by saying "Fuck it, it's someone else's problem".

This is why you can only get so far with this stuff, there are no significant structural or "metaphysical" discussions like you would find with most philosophies. So when this issue of structural power cones up, or issues over whether things like language is technology, he has not much of value to say. Which is fine, it's clear he doesn't want to be a philosopher, it's just unrewarding to read.