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>>9954856
>I saw a chapel all of gold
>That none did dare to enter in
>And many weeping stood without
>Weeping mourning worshipping

>I saw a serpent rise between
>The white pillars of the door
>And he forcd & forcd & forcd
>Down the golden hinges tore

>And along the pavement sweet
>Set with pearls and rubies bright
>All his slimy length he drew
>Till upon the altar white

>Vomiting his poison out
>On the bread & on the wine
>So I turnd into a sty
>And laid me down among the swine

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Are you reading it yet? It just came out last week or so.

>>9951209
I typically jump through a couple different stories I'm writing. I guess they suffer since I can't focus my full capacity on each one, but at least I don't find the experience dull. I'm also just writing for my enjoyment, don't really plan on publishing anything.

Show don't tell it's a great way to start but isn't the end (Hesse and Melville tell more than show)

He smelled the unmistakable scent of burning flesh as screams of agony drifted through the air. The villagers, the sleep still in their eyes, in various stages of undress, ran around like panicked ants every which way. Most of them quickly dropped limply and lifelessly to the sand below. His Comrades fired endless streams of bullets upon the sea of attempted escapees, lit by their muzzle flash in an otherwise pitch black night, all of them looking identical. Black armored full-body suits, tinted helmets hiding any human face, metal spikes protruding from their shoulders. Usually it was the look of a warrior—here it was the look of an Exterminator, which he was.

Other Comrades circled the outside of the perimeter, orange and red flooding from their flamethrowers and igniting the mud, wood, and, rarely, brick shelters and houses compacted together in the tiny village. The Exterminator heard a sudden succession of thunder as some Comrades threw aluminum canisters into the mix. Wispy light grey smoke dispersed through the air, mixing with the black of the burning homes and draping itself over the people within while the towering fires swirled higher and higher into the night sky. The sights and sounds and textured formed a rich symphony of carnage and he was witness to its genius composition.

A woman came running out of the town, somehow evading the heavy gunfire of his Comrades. Her dirty and ash-covered face was streaming with tears as she cried and yelped running from the destruction behind her. Her clothes were rags at this point and he could see from the blood covering her body that she’d probably been trampled in the chaos. He lifted up his muzzle and fired rapidly, watching her hit the ground before him without a fight.

He spotted the Sergeant standing further back, arms folded, surveying the scene. There would be no way of knowing but the Exterminator had a sense that the Sergeant was filled with pride at his work. He walked over to him.

“Sarge,” he said in casual greeting. His leader simply nodded slightly in acknowledgement.
“You really think he might be in one of these villages?”

“Almost surely not,” the Sergeant said gruffly, shaking his head. “There’s no evidence of any sympathizers or revolutionary cabals here. The idea of a galactic dissident of his caliber hiding around isolated from any friendly organizations on some worthless little moon is laughable.”

The screams had died down as the villagers thinned in number. Soon the gunfire stopped and the crackling fire was all that could be heard. A small mobile excavator dug clumps of earth from the ground and laid them in a pile off in the side, forming large trenches. Those would be the graves.

(1/2)

How if we don't know anything about you.

>>9982626
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>write sorrows of young werther
>become famous
>become nobility
>hate sorrows of young werther
>hate responsibilities

>>9982572
Schopenhauer. Why hate yourself when you can hate everyone?

Hegel. Why hate yourself when you grasp the infinite whole?

Go to a therapist and get proper medical help.

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where is the fucking food

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you think this is a fucking joke nigger

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goddamn why was maccs so fat

>>9982297
Haven't seen this cover before. Stephen King's Roadwork made me laugh like a loon.

>>9982494
It is a Bloomsbury edition.

>>9982297
> The Martian

You had good recommendations and then you ruined it with that dog shit book.

>>9982247
With the Greeks.

The Atlanteans.

>>9982247
Search youtube for "tom o'bedlam". Start there and follow what you like.

Psalm 87/88

A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite.

O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee. Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition. For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell. I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,

Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand. They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death. Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me. Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth: My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.

Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee? Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction? Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness? But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee. Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?

I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled. Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me. They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together. Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.

Job, Chapter 33

God speaketh once, and repeateth not the selfsame thing the second time. By a dream in a vision by night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, and they are sleeping in their beds:

Then he openeth the ears of men, and teaching instructeth them in what they are to learn. That he may withdraw a man from the things he is doing, and may deliver him from pride. Rescuing his soul from corruption: and his life from passing to the sword. He rebuketh also by sorrow in the bed, and he maketh all his bones to wither. Bread becometh abominable to him in his life, and to his soul the meat which before he desired.

His flesh shall be consumed away, and his bones that were covered shall be made bare. His soul hath drawn near to corruption, and his life to the destroyers. If there shall be an angel speaking for him, one among thousands, to declare man's uprightness, He shall have mercy on him, and shall say: Deliver him, that he may not go down to corruption: I have found wherein I may be merciful to him. His flesh is consumed with punishment, let him return to the days of his youth.

He shall pray to God, and he will be gracious to him: and he shall see his face with joy, and he will render to man his justice. He shall look upon men, and shall say: I have sinned, and indeed I have offended, and I have not received what I have deserved. He hath delivered his soul from going into destruction, that it may live and see the light. Behold, all these things God worketh three times within every one. That he may withdraw their souls from corruption, and enlighten them with the light of the living.

https://www.ccel.org/ccel/lawrence/practice.pdf

https://www.ccel.org/ccel/decaussade/abandonment.pdf

http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/tic/index.htm

wheelocks latin is supposed to be really good

>>9982135
no

>>9982135
Probably not, but you should start with Lingua Latina (a book written entirely in Latin that begins with a few obvious sentences and gradually introduces more vocabulary and grammatical constructs)

Gulag Archipelago

That video game where north korea invades the states and wins

In Asia by Tiziano Terzani, I wouldn't know if it was translated into English.

>>9981647
>(((diamond)))

I want a black girlfriend

ayo hol up

you be sayin
we wuz kangz n shiet?

>Anonymous donor
It was either me or Peterson. But your welcome in advance.

>>9981536
>solzhenitsyn
meme-tier writer who pulled shit out of thin air instead of using facts

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Is this what the cover's gonna look like? I hope FSG Classics manages to pick up the license for it as I'm a fan of their previous Red Wheel releases. Also $32 is as expensive as shit even for a new hardcover. And the series is like, what, 1600+ pages already with 2 books, what the hell are the next 6 books gonna do to the length?

>>9981530
Proud of you bro, never too late to start reading.

>>9981530
Keep at it!

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>>9981530
way to go buddy

Clarity inspires creativity just as well as an altered mind, it just requires having more to say.

>>9981521
Not that I have anything to say.

>>9981517
I think to write something good you'll have to have experienced something disturbing, at least witnessed.
Yes I do think depression and anxiety might boost the creativity level, but too much depression might cripple you. For example Sylvia Plath did lots of work, studied etc. before she first got depressed and attempted suicide in college. Some time just before she did it, she became completely non-functional. She stopped studying or reading anything except scandal sheets and abnormal psychology books.

>>9981458
I read one of his books its like a horror thing and it was mostly telling instead of showing. some of the worst writing I'd ever seen

>>9981466
it was The Hawkline Monster

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>>9981458
Trout FIshing in America rules

>>9981466
see pic