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Lolita is not depressing, not for us, voyagers of the internets, we on here, 44chan, ae able to withstand the ultimate of tests, anybook, anymovie, anything of naykind can be but fotter for uor ultimare undrstanding. think we mean infinite jest, think we mean big fish, think we mean jams joyce, think we mean grabity rainbow, think again, we mean it all, we are 4chan we do not forgive, toe do now forget, expect us
It's our way to remind normies that this is not a theme park. Real mass murderers, degenerates and all around monsters lurk this board.
No one wants advice, no one want to be saved. And if normies still hold some faith on their beliefs, they should flee this place. Or It will corrupt their soul.
Every time this type of thread gets posted and people encourage violence, it might happen, if they don't do enough to stop it, it might happen. And if they do nothing at all, it might keep happening.
There's nothing but damnation on this board. And posters in this thread are one smart ass post away from hell.
As far as me, I'm one of the monsters. So I'm damned already.
Disgrace is the shit. neckbeards who attempt to justify their behavior with ">muh we are all just space monkeys on a rock anyway" should pay close attention, an illuminating read about /lit/-esque pseudery.
The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow
to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much
too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself
I think this was supposed to be a homage to greek tragedies, but still.