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>>9293539
Wha'?

>>9293539
Shitpost is a post that is shit

>>9293539

What the fuck are you on about

Es una garcha.
Sacate el nombre, pedazo de mogólico.

Leelo y enterate. Tene en cuenta que se cuestiona el sistema de valores tradicional (en el sentido de "el que esta vigente" en su momento). En Ecce Homo le dedica unos parrafos a Zaratustra, podes asociar eso tambien.

>>9293529
Limítate a leerlo y no hagas preguntas estúpidas. Nietzsche no es un filósofo del que puedas quedarte con cuatro o cinco conceptos básicos comprendidos superficialmente, a no ser que quieras permanecer en el nivel de permanente retraso en que se encuentra /lit/.
Lee todos sus libros (o al menos los más importantes) y DESPUÉS, el Zaratustra.
1.Más allá del bien y del mal
2.El crepúsculo de los ídolos
3.La genealogía de la moral
Mínimo.
Por cierto, cómo abundan los hispanohablantes sudamericanos ffs. Dónde coño están los españoles? A ver si aprendemos inglés de una puta vez.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1z4JfxFb6c

kool ad desu
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=u-lVYVfa8E0

>>9293501
lyrical, but not lyrical

>>9293503
Interesting but I'd take rap a lot more seriously if the rapper's tone of voice weren't so flippant and idiotic

Hey Adam,

it has been 15 years since you shattered the lives of two good people who trusted you and considered you to be a friend.

Do you ever even think about it?

I still do, on a regular basis. I still feel guilty at not having been at Def Con that night to protect my wife from you. I still feel angry at her (and ashamed at myself for being so) for her poor choices that led to her being in a situation where she ended up blackout drunk and alone with you (someone she viewed as a safe friend of ours), and for her initial instinct to do anything and everything at all afterwards to avoid having to admit she was a rape victim. And I still feel completely impotent at having done nothing about it for 15 years, despite fantasizing often about how easy it would be to hurt you in oh so many ways, and hating myself a little bit every day for not being the man I sometimes wish I could be; a man who would make you suffer some equivalent to all the pain you caused us.

It probably never even crosses your mind anymore. We never pressed charges, both due to the difficulty and pain that would be involved in pursuing the case, and because you were not a sellout working for a big company like Microsoft then, but rather, on a cool cryptography startup that we did not want to see tainted by scandal. Once it was clear that no one was going to arrest you, and that I didn’t really have the balls to come give you the life altering beating you still deserve, you likely just put it out of your mind and never gave it a second thought.

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Now you have a new book out and are giving talks at various computer conventions. Congratulations on becoming such a public figure! These are the same kinds of conventions that my wife and I once enjoyed attending together and socializing with the interesting and intelligent people that frequent them. That is both a pleasure and a career building tool we can no longer pursue because it triggers such very bad memories for us and there is always the chance that we might actually run into you.

I even see you had the unmitigated gall to promote your book at a bookstore named after Ada Lovelace in celebration of women in technology. In case this is not clear to you: raping women at tech conventions can have a chilling effect on women in tech. I can only hope that this was a one-time crime of opportunity and that you are not an active sexual predator who regularly sets up these kind of situations. Damn do I really hope that, because otherwise, our failure to take legal or other action is far far worse and you will have hurt many more people by now.

Today you are giving a keynote speech at B-sides concerning “Good and Evil” and “burn out” in the field. Well I remember the exact day that your evil burned us out (well maybe we sputtered along for a while, but it was a losing battle), that was the day my wife told me what you had done to her. Once we had dreams of crypto-currencies, jurisdictional arbitrage, and accelerating the future; now I stay home and remodel my house at a sedate pace and turn down the occasional offers to be the CEO or CTO of new startups because I know from experience that such work will regularly provide little reminders of what happened to my family the last time we were involved in that world, while my wife had to take up a new career in an entirely different field. We can barely even tolerate visits from other good people who were in that same social crowd we were once a part of, so you even ruined our ability to enjoy the company of old friends.

Now we are raising a beautiful daughter and living in fear of one day having to send her out into a world that contains monsters like you, capable of disguising themselves so well that anyone might be fooled into thinking they are friends.

Anyway, it is an anniversary of sorts, and you seem to be doing well, so I just thought that maybe you should take some time out to think about what you did. You know it was wrong in every way imaginable, that you deserved to pay a very high price for it, and that you got off far too easily. And if you don’t know that then you are either completely self-delusional or a sociopath. You should definitely count yourself lucky that the worse you will ever likely get from me is the occasional open letter to make sure you never forget about us.

Please know that your victims are still here together 15 years later thinking about what you did; still in pain; still wounded but surviving.

Yours truly,
Sean Hastings

>>9293443
The contribution to our subconscious mythological understanding of how to engage with the world and resolve the problems it presents to us.

>>9293452
That's not really an "element" of a novel so much as the product as a whole, but ok

It's a trick. You cannot overemphasise any element of a novel without creating pure propaganda; you must seek balance in all things in order to achieve the perfect novel.

Art of the Deal but apply all of the concepts to your interactions with women

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>>9293510
Truly the Sun Tzu of our era

>>9293458
Notes From The Underground
Do the opposite of everything the main character does and you should be good

He redeemed himself in the end. Realised the error of his ways and made up for it.
No more dfw threads check the fucking catalog

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>>9293380

>>9293388
STFU bookfag

Mr. Rope

Also video.

>>9293385
Oh yeah.

>>9293213
I saw a book of he poetry once, but it was shrink wrapped so I couldn't really judge it.

I do like his music a lot though.

he is /lit/erally a poet and novelist, in addition to being a musician

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He was

>In the beginning, there was the meme. And the meme was with anon, and the meme was anon...

Or

>It was a dark and stormy night withing the dark abode on an anon upon one fateful night...

This aforementioned anon was one who challenged the very meaning of faggotry.

For faggotry was the entirety of his being, all emotions such as love, fear, and hate were nonexistent within him, and in their stead was no more than a pure lust for boy pussy.

In the beginning, there was the beginning. Then other shit happened. One day, two very specific shits happened, by the names of John and Dave. John was blank, Dave was blank. Until one day, they were cast out of their sect of dirt worshipping harlots. Thus began the Libel.
And so they wandered the desert in search of something, anything to quell the boredom in their lives, and began referring to themselves as prophets.
It was on one such day, that they stumbled upon the town of Hlumful-Glurk. Whilst perusing the bazaar, the honourable and kind Dave did spy a poor and starving beggar, who had AIDS and leprosy and shit. The ever generous man, Dave, did then look to the stalls and procure a fish, which he did then bestow upon the lowly scum.
The sceptical John, did then inquire; “For what have you done this, bro?”
But Dave did but smile serenely, and say; “Buy a man a fish, and he shall eat for a day, buy him a fish every day for the rest of his life, and he will eat forever.”
The beggar did then thank the benevolent stranger, Dave, but the pillar of integrity, Dave, did not care, as it was simply his calling.
The frugal John however did protest; “But bro, we are but travelling prophets, how are we to afford such a daily taxation?”
But again did the magnanimous Dave smile. “Bitch please.” He softly spoke. “Life shall provide.”
The beggar, Ted Nelson, did then pipe up. “Oh, great and kind sir, you should create a holy book of your teachings, and those of your lord of life.”
“Oh poor, lowly street sucking dolt, whose life I have made ten times better.” Dave said with characteristically true purity of thought. “Surely, you have birthed your allotted one good idea. But for this, I must obviously travel the land. How am I to provide you your daily fish if this is so?”
Dave did then pause for thought, before pulling forth from his robe a pair of manacles, which he did then cast upon the filth with much righteous glee, for the beggar now owed him.
As Ted Nelson struggled with joyous mirth, the three did depart to find shelter for the night.

That night, Dave did rest in a stately bed fitting of his stature at the local inn. It was here that he first went to work on his bible of life, or Libel as it was to be called. However the pen he used was soon found to be cursed with wickedness and would not do as he commanded. As he wrote blotches did appear, the text twisted out of form, and letters mixed and changed by themselves.
“I think I just hate paper.” Spoke the otherwise illustrious author, who could not conceive of such sin.

Dave did then go down to the stables, where Ted and John were sleeping as the lord of life had intended they do. The two were woken by the sheer light of Dave’s aura, and with great and just conviction did Dave cast unto John the Libel’s crude beginnings. He then commanded his lesser to document it as he had intended it should be.
The lazy John however, did protest that it had not been his idea in the first place, bro. But a righteous smiting soon set him back on the path of life.

The following day, Dave did take one Camel from someone, not sure who, as was his divine right. Foolish John was to walk beside, and Ted Nelson was tied to the Camel, and being dragged through the sand faster than he could run.
Empty-headed, John did then ask of the all-knowing Dave where they intended to go now, bro.
“First things first, my dog-brained child.” He said with a voice of absolute reason and clarity, as he did cast back a fish in Ted’s direction, a deep kindness in his heart. “We should head for the place of most sin. Ikea.”
A number of days later, each with a new fish for Ted, they came upon the zenith of all ungodliness, but the bold prophet, Dave, did find it to be under siege, by a Marxist Roman splinter group, and the well-mannered Dave did ask very politely and with utmost tact, to see their leader.
Dave and his underlings were brought before their general, whom they referred to as White-Owl. He was a large, intelligent tactician and almost as good a leader as Dave. Almost. He did ask, who they were, and what they wanted.
Dave did then say; “We are on a great pilgrimage, a quest to document the true meanings of life. We need to get into Ikea.”
White-Owl did then turn away dramatically; “None can enter Ikea. It is a sick and evil place. It is a linear, confusing struggle filled with banality and the occasional stylish piece of furniture. Then it ends in a warehouse.” He clenched his fist to the heavens. “A perfect analogy for life, we cannot allow it to continue.”
Dave did then daringly proclaim; “My party and I shall aid you in breaking their defences, but first there is something I must know!” He looked right into the general’s eyes. “Which Roman Emperor invented Anime?”
White-Owl was taken aback. “In return for your aid, my people must give up their oldest, greatest secret?”
“Rest assured, I understand the gravity of my request.” Dave dashingly replied. “But this is to bring the light of true wisdom to humanity.” Dave did then look to the loyalty of his useless party. “Back me up guys.”
Ted Nelson was unconscious, but at least John could manage a shrug.
White-Owl did then ponder the offer. “If you can open the fire exit to the warehouse, you have a deal. For I shall not risk my men in that maze.”
And they did then perform the blessed predator handshake.

Soon, Dave and his freeloaders were at the ominous slidey doors at the base of the blue, corrugated monstrosity.
Dave did then quite rightly assert that since Ted Nelson was the most expendable, he should go first. Dave did then proceed to toss him in by the scruff of his neck, followed by a fish.
When Ted Nelson didn’t collapse from the existential nightmare of Ikea, John went in, followed by Dave, bravely guarding the rear.
“Onward, brave pawns of lifeism! Purge this place of its unholy ways!” Dave did cry, he then sat in a trolley and placed another on top such that no evil could reach him. Then, taking a hat-stand, and removing the base, he created a spear with which to skewer the enemies of life through the gaps. Lastly, he shackled Ted Nelson to the trolleys and commanded him to push.
But then they did spy Ikea employees, with dead, lifeless eyes and blue polo shirts, come here to assault the bringer of purity. And also John and Ted.
It was here that the gallant Dave, from within his mobile fortress, issued the command for John to charge, and for Ted to be careful where he pushed him.
Ted, who was a half-starved, stick-thin weakling, tried his hardest, and managed to achieve walking pace. Whilst John made the cowardly decision not to charge forth on his own, and so just kept pace. Eventually he got bored, which was just like him, and he started helping Ted push.
They ended up pushing Dave too fast, and John fell over, leaving Ted being dragged along the polished floor tiles by his ankle. When he impacted his unarmed, passive foes, the powerful Dave, muscles rippling, knocked down the entire group, skewering one through the heart with his hat-stand.
Then, the slow, dim-witted John, managed to catch up and, unsure what to do, started strangling the survivors. At least he was helping for once.
Still buzzing from his crushing victory over the forces of evil, Dave did then stand up, taking the top trolley off to do so, and dropping it upon Ted. Arms raised to the polystyrene-panelled ceiling, he declared that the lord of life was truly with them this day, and officially named himself after the glorious after-battle; “From this day forth, you shall know me as Afterglow!” He laughed raucously for some time, before issuing his next divine commandment. “Now, into the maze, loyal manservants! Afterglow demands that this place be cleansed in holy fire!”
“If you work for Ikea, you work for death, I guess.” John stated the obvious.
“Put that in the Libel!” Afterglow declared fervently, slapping the subordinate on the back with holy force, before replacing the top trolley and gesturing to Ted to get a move on.

tfw no strong asian gf

>>9293092
read actual books of poetry you dunce

all the examples you need

fake pic :/
i wish that bitch had them tits

>>9293087
Garbage

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>>9293116
t. to dumb for SSJ3 Joyce

>>9293141
Loser

Just ordered a pizza

>>9293053
I stopped being fucking PSEUD LIKE YUEUD

>>9293061
What did he mean by this?

No it always happens. Case in point: bloom rejected dfw. History will show this to be laughable.

>>9293033
Your life is laughable.

Thomas Wolfe had a pretty sweet debut novel. It was all downhill from there though