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>>8976064

>no spoiler tag

ur a real asshole for that one buddy

>>8976068
read the manga

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>when Jesus died

inb4 nigger wall of text

>>8976020
You don't see this kind of thing posted much because everyone thinks it's a good idea but also that everyone else has probably thought of it before.

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Judge Holden had a walking all over until he got tired for a drink.

"I will drink this water" it said and then he drank it but there wasn't any.

"Where will I get water?" Judge Holden said because he was in the desert and the nearest town was closeby but he had to get there in time.

"We have some water but it will coat you bearly" said two mans and they were cow boys that wore black which in the Texas said that they were outlawing.

"I will buy your water if you are" but then one of them said "No, you must give us all of your money and then we will give you water" and they tok their guns out and pointed them at Judge Holden.

Judge Holden spin kicked his head off so hard it hit the other guy in the head and gave his node bleeding.

"OW, MY FRIEND'S HEAD" he said and then fainted dead.

He picked up the mugger head and said "It was a good idea I kicked you" but he still didn't have water so he had to get to town. But it was important to keep it head because it might later be useful

Author' snote: The mugger's head did not have blood on it becaul the story is rated only PG so it is like when the head cuts off in Star Wars.

Luckifly he arrived at town in a moment too soon for comfort.

"Who gotes there?" Asked a town sherriff "We can unafford to bring in such cattle as you"

So Judge Holden said "I am on your side and here is proof" and he showed them the head that he took with him cleverly.

"That is an outlaw's head! You are welcome to our town" and the town cheered and gave him some water

"Not so fat" said a cowboy Baxter Stockman but it was Baxter Stockman before he turned into a fly and he was just a regular Boxter. He pointed at Judge Holden holding the head and said about the head "That head is my friend who works for me and is not an outlaws"

>asking for instructions on how to become a thinker

just think man

>>8976015
I'm asking how to aid my thinking

>>8976028

think about it

>he wastes mental space on le stirner meme

>>8976000
Literally no one here is so unloved that they have never been in an egoistic union.
>>8976265
I bet you think spooks are "meaningless".

>>8976287
define spook

hahaha xD subscribed!

please be bait

>>8975977
It isnt. Its mentioned in part 1 chapter 8

>>8975909
Literally anything is better than lovecraft, even Stephen King.

>>8975915
What's the reason for saying so? Help me understand.

>>8975915
No.
>>8975909
Yes. Try Clark Ashton Smith for cycles of short stories and Robert Howard for longer works.

Have you seen the film Genius? Never really looked into him until I saw that. Interesting fella, that's for sure. Wrote with the raw derangement and vitality of Rimbaud it seemed like

>>8975959
No I haven't. Looks interesting desu

>>8975888
America's greatest writer. Shame he's not mentioned more.

>>8975852
>any recommendations

Yeah, try Reddit.

>>8975852

Read Misery or one of his short story collections. He's at his most focused when he has a really narrow premise/small word count to work with.

>>8975852
It. That's it.

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>>8975837
Well, this is the best scholarship on Sade that there is though it's not as dark and twisted as the Master himself

...uh, whoever chose that leighton for that book cover is a dunce

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I mean it's not A Romanian Film-tier, but it's saucy

>he actually read Kant
u got memed btw

>>8975764
I'm reading Roger Scrution's A Very Short Introduction on Kant and I just don't get it

>>8975764
>>8975787
>>8975793
>t. Millennial ideology

>>8975700

Pushkin to Russia you frickin dink.

Me

Me

Me

Me

Toilet

Rabelais or Moliere

Pushkin or Tolstoy

Cervantes or Lope de Vega

Dunno

Dunno

>>8975687
The central character of your diary.

BOOM!!! DEAD

>>8975694
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4

A Confederacy of Dunces guy

stop

THIS IS SOMETHING I HAVE WONDERED FOR A LONG TIME.

Is it possible everyone hears the same greentext voice? The greentext voice I hear is indescribable. LITERALLY.

>>8975641
what?

Ian craned his neck and stretched his shoulders back, looking blearily up at hooded sodium lights. He squinted and the lights flared out, mirroring the slow fire of his headache as the isolating earbuds washed out in jarring electrical noise again. The translator was having mic problems and there was no volume setting on the disposable press kit ‘phones. A stream of flatly articulated, halting translation resumed. The main event hadn’t even begun yet so it was still just minor local worthies announcing their presence and bored legal guys laying out the parameters of the dispute. More people were filing in and Ian became aware that he was slumped back over his chair grimacing at the ceiling like a child in detention. He shook his head and got himself together, looking around the increasingly full press pen and down into the auditorium, handsignalling the tablet in his lap awake and removing one of the earbuds. The low throb of conversation and scraping chairs around him came alive from his right side as he blinked sleep away and took in the scene.
This had once been a municipal sports hall, a hangar-sized mundanity in grey-painted breezeblocks with echoing heights and walls ivied with green netting. Now it served local government and its echoing sport arenas had been partitioned into conference halls and offices. This particular space took up the entire west end of the building and held large meetings, along with the occasional flash flood of wounded and dead whenever the conflagration in the surrounding city took a gulp of air. The press pit covered one of the large balconies from where the locals had cheered on their children. On its opposite number Ian could see dark shapes hurrying back and forth, presumably making last-minute security checks although in the present company the idea of anyone kicking off seemed laughable. Beneath that balcony, across the breadth of the hall, a floodlit stage had been erected and was currently host to mostly empty chairs arranged in a crescent facing the audience, whose backs were turned to Ian as they trickled in to sit. Their shoes squeaked on the laminated arena floor as they arrived. In Ian’s left ear the translator wrapped up the legal preamble and he watched the man take off his headset, rise and walk into the shadows right of stage lighting a cigarette. Ian was struck by what a good idea this seemed and sat up straight, stretching and digging inside his jacket for cigarettes. He shoved the tablet into his canvas bag then left the bag on his seat, turning to jog up the short stairs to the balcony entrance. The official in charge of headcount waiting by the door threw him a sour look as he shouldered past but he just gestured at the cigarette in his mouth and raised his eyebrows

>>8975608

“Last chance before they’ll want the place sealed up. Won’t be a minute.” Then he was past and into the stairwell, eyes straining in the sudden echoing dark. He took the stairs carefully, moving aside to let a pair of muttering technicians pass. The entire place had the flatly intrusive smell of a school gym and he was glad to find the fire exit he’d been waved through on the way in. The guard there was checking the IDs of a group of irritable-looking suits and only briefly glanced at Ian’s press pass with a nod. He stepped out into the sullen late afternoon, lighting his cigarette and shaking out the tension in his neck.
Moraine was a city which clung to the ground. Across the facility’s massive former sportsfield (now repurposed as a parade ground and occasional place of execution) it presented a wall of uniformity, long low buildings arranged in neat concentric patterns radiating out from the Shrine at its heart a few miles inward of where Ian now stood

Forced whimsy. Way too forced; it's so off-putting.

You realise McCarthy is just another Rowling or Murakami, right? Just another shitty pop author?

>>8975543
You realise typing "you realise..., right?" makes you sound like a faggot, right?

>>8975537
no. do not. do that