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>The King James Version of The Bible
>Dubliners, Notes fU or The Metamorphosis (hard to pick one desu)
>Joyce

most important
>bible nigga
favorite
>lotr
author
>nietzsche

>Don Quixote
>The Castle
>Calvino

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>octomom

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>October 31st

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>octyne

>>9673859
Obviously.

How aren't those jobs useful?

How is PBS related to this? do /pol/ posters just have a few loose associations they shart out into the void when compelled

Heres a bottle opener pop open your coping mechanism
Cold turkey and poke up at your personalities
Bind them together merging spring and December
Lending an effort to your own hand reaping the benefits of your amenities
One by one binding simple brown
Sky blue ice color Antarctic episode of the world spinning itself around
Tuesday turned itself to Wednesday numb sound
Of voices and dreams turning out to be trains making the rounds
I planned this Im going to where Ive seen supplements
Causing glaciered items to form and melt under my skin
I am an auction of faculty, a reaction to this pasty planets purpose
And honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous
But through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs, and slow downs
Through chords, shelters, meetings, molars, gold crowns
Ghost towns, sold out shows to no one around
The lines on my face will undoubtedly have become their own sound

(Chorus)
Lines in my face are becoming more apparent
I stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish
And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it

This goes out to those that answer the questions I have
And this one goes to growing old inside of my mask
This one is for the 20th day of consistency
That marked the point in time when my principles lifted me
One must acclimate to their mud if they dont know their own dirt
And be fascinated with the blood, sweat and tears it takes to work
And if one forgets the three liquid rules for too many years
Theyll have a hard time treading water in their ambitious pools with peers
Quite a bit of bottled up pressure involved with corking issues
According to the finish line one should never persist and misuse
You might just get to where youre going and pause on all your scars
And not ever want to go anywhere else out of fears of it being to far
Lets make a conscience effort to kill or deadweight paths
And drag the carcasses along the carpets of those that grew our math
So everybody can see firsthand exactly what it takes us
To acquire the impressions of the journeys on our faces

Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
Must I care for nothing more than myself?
Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting?
Resorting in inner-directed mourning for the part of me that Was selfless but left without a warning
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest this Obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, Revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend Anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend. Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend Their time watching me as I achieve my secret social mission
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions
To see the bigger picture takes intelligence and wisdom
But I won’t see nothing but just myself in my vision

I go outside, a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any Empathy, endlessly incessantly declining any pleasantries. Heavily breathing, socially teething
I’m open like a vivisection
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections. Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived while I was dreaming. Awake!
Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep
And I helplessly watch them fade while I awake
I try and keep them alive
Incomparable with life but eventually they die
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie

When inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality
Through lucid dreaming I decimate the limitations of actuality. Capacity practically eternal, mortality external, no God
But I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal. Internally existing without morality creates profanities
Without the travesty and compared to the apathy of realness
I reveal my own insanity
The majesty of fantasy protects me from tragedy
Normality's effects traject agony of rationality
Which thankfully penetrates with no avail to my unreality
An elaborately designed privately owned spiral galaxy. Financially I’m failing, naturally decaying
Soon I’ll have no place safe to sleep
These bills still need paying
Displaying cravings with open eyes for something mind-expanding
For when I drift away I see the totality of understanding

I GOT I GOT I GOT I GOT

>>9673833

Holy shit. Was this ever explicitly stated? Is this even true? Could it have been an exaggeration by Salinger? I have a hard time believing this. I would ask you to prove that this is the case.

>>9673842
Are you retarded?

>>9673844

No, OP is though.

>edition
The book of mormon

>>9673757
NRSV is primary source in most academic programs. Sorry, it's not spooky.

>>9673770
kys you stupid fucking retarded manchild

>>9673725
Houellebecq is not very edgy, if you want a true French edgelord you should try Marc-Édouard Nabe. He's probably too edgy to be translated though.

>>9673725
try that guy who wrote understanding empire, fuck is his name? something-ain i think, whatever, google it

>>9673746
oh yeah alain soral

>(((Friedman)))

dude, please.

>>9673583
Yeah I know. I'm just curious if anyone here's read it, the Amazon reviews seem a bit suspect

sometimes you really can judge a book by its cover

>>9673517
Seriously though. It's not exactly masterful prose, but I do like this line. I think it's an accurate reflection of the feeling it's describing, and I have a soft spot for the sentimental.

>>9673517
Dis dat gud Green doe

>>9673535
Yes. but the point is that he said it elegantly and succinctly. He's good, he writes good prose, not the best but not bad. I don't like him because i think his stories are boring and I can't quite relate to the characters he builds or the emotions he tries to convey.

Karamazov

>>9673515
Absalom, Absalom!
Hamlet

And for a bonus nonfiction answer, Nero by Edward Champlin

Arthur Miller

Hahahhahaha make it satiric or apolitical

>>9673398
Write about building a bridge from your city to Nigeria and about how everyone should go there since Nigeria is not diverse enough.

>With a self-satisfied smile, Elliot, sat perched on the roof with his M60 machine gun, remembered Isla Vista. Surveying the teeming hordes below he spotted a young female in a puffy pink jacket he would have one point called "cute" screaming something at the top of her lungs while waving an ugly sign the text of which he couldn't make out without his scope. As the snow collected on her delicate shoulders, Elliot imagined the beautiful Rorschach pattern her brains would make on the frosted lawn of the imposing State Supreme Court building. Then he breathed in slowly, clearing his mind, and prepared to show the world his true worth.

>>9673319
It's in hiatus.

people fall in between the cracks of modern bureaucracies which, striving for efficiency, fail to see them as people

this can produce absurd situations.

lesson: the customer is always right!

K is a pathetic man. His existence is on trial.

>iam
>!
>infamous popularity

saged. Finish reading if not bait.

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>>9673294
?

why would you want to discuss a book you haven't finished reading?

it's not long. you should be able to read the whole thing in a day or two. just finishing reading the book, anon.

>>9673188

Ragtime by E.L. Doctorow
The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow
Manhattan Transfer by John Dos Passos

>>9673188
Thanks a lot.

>>9673188
Call It Sleep

>Is there any way I can eat shit without getting feces in my mouth?

>>9673111
Eh, Ligotti's a goof. He says that consciousness deepens human suffering, yet he seems to be against all the methods humans have for dulling that very consciousness. There's even that part where he complains about people with the shibboleth "Down with consciousness, up the conspiracy."

If you're a slow-reader, anon, I'd reccommend spending your valuable time with something else.

>>9673268
it's not a stupid question. Could just offer me writers who do minimal waffling