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BUMP out of curiosity

>>8830757
The Eskimos don't have writing. It's meaningless.

waste of your fucking time.. only for people who need abuse to feel motivated

>>8830743
Being an ISIS martyr is the /lit/ thing ever. You get all that's good about navy seals and more. Part tribal warrior, part cyberpunk hacker, Oriental Mystic, islamic mishima, Punk rocker etc. Terrorism is the next step for conceptual avant garde art. I'd join ISIS if I where you

>>8830759
>This is a "man" in Obama's America

probably tylo be chillin

As people who do not know mathematics may not realize this is b8, I must tell them. This guy is a crank and no one takes what he says on philosophy of mathematics seriously, he's youtube channel is famous mostly because of how ridiculous it is. Mathematicians around the world have him as laughing matter and "Wildberger" is often used as a word to describe a crazy guy saying ridiculous shit about math.

He keeps his job at his university because of the occasional serious paper he publishes (although with his infamy it is kind of surprising he's still working there). Note that you can create publishable research in specific fields of mathematics whilst simultaneosly having a terrible understanding of mathematics as a whole and philosophy of mathematics.

>>8830893
>he's youtube channel

Whoever this busty man was, he yearned for it – he wanted it like he had to pee his pants but was unable to because of societal oppression against pants-peers. His lips – I could kiss a rock, but that doesn't make me Dwayne Johnson. If you were what you kissed, I would be a Gordita from Taco Bell or a freshly cleaned Toilet. His lips tell wondorous tales that are like pebbles in my ears. The wavy hair, reminds us and me in particular of an Inconvienent Truth™: Man-made climate change. Notice – look closely – "man"-made? (see it?) If it was feminism inspired, it would be: WOMAN-MADE climate change. You might not reject patriarchal standards, but facts are facts and the business of the American people is, well, business. Of course, the racist-sexist-homophobic-islamaphobic-transphobic-phobicphobic cis (white) men will never understand this. Even I, a white man, do not understand what I just claimed all white men (who by default are all of those adjectives) are unable to understand.

But now, I move on through the store: I smell perfume. It smells like when you are at a theater and you are with a super-gorgeous woman and she puts her hand on your thigh and whispers this in your ear: You can save 15% or more by switching to Geico™ . Of course, her warm breath and promises of insurance savings by switching already has me aroused. I am thinking, if any more blood goes down there I would be a deflated balloon in the head, opposite of those cute helium balloons that would go into the sky and go up and up and up. So deflated, like a bounce house that is losing its air to go back into the truck becuase little Timmy's 6th birthday party was over an hour ago and all the adults are hammered like nails in a deck, (made by Black and Decker™ Tools™) deck of cards, Deckard from Blade Runner, deck that one guy in the face – hammered because little kids are usually so annoying that the prospect of no alcohol at all around a bunch of screaming toddlers makes you want to scream, and/or bury yourself alive. Of course, when this happens to me, I change my name to Rodrigo Montoya, move to Tiajuana, Drink exactly 3 Bottles of Modelo™ Especial, A ton of tequila, and live a new life as a Desperado under the Mexican Sun, making friends and enemies with all kinds of colorful people and making a bit of green on the side.

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Resurrection of Babylon, A Pants-Ziggurat. A Tower that may one day reach the Heavens, and/or split its builders into various groups by the confusing of languages. Of course, I was in the Boy Scouts for two weeks: pitching tents is an art. This obelisk of carnality raises itself (with the help of blood, of course) from the sands of down there. She keeps whispering deals to me, like she is a phone book.
Of course, it is 2016, and she can be whatever gender she wants. If she self-identifies as a phonebook-sexual, then it is my obligation to be the phone that makes her exist. That, my friends, is what love is. Love isn't like some sappy, tree-sap Jurassic-Park dinosaur excrement where a little mosquito in some amber gives birth to literal dinosaurs and that iconic main theme. Love is more like this: You are in a line, waiting to get your Driver's Lisence renewed because you're over 21 but the bar kicks you out and it is (very) embarassing because your Lisence is expired. It's almost like you somehow stop being over 21 or even being a person until you pay them 33 dollars to take your picture and you are trying not to smile so you can look cool in the picture. You get the picture back and it is only moderately cool. You think of that one album cover, where the guy smokes the cigarette and looks super cool, like this:
PICTURED: Arctic Monkey's First Album, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not. Featuring Mr. Cool Cigarette Chav Dude on the cover.

But you remember, Cigarettes killed your Grandma, like some kind of grassy-knoll tobacco assassin – grandma-killer. She only wanted to drive through Dallas, but the Soviets sent Cigarettes to do the job. The picture on your license is not very cool at all. At least, not compared to Mr. Chav on the cover. You begin to walk to the door, and you hear a voice: "Sir, you left your receipt." You turn around, eager to get your receipt, as that could be your only way out of being falsely arrested.

It's like this – the cops are out, looking for black people to shoot on the night of October 17, 2016. I am at Walmart™, buying a cooked chicken because those are actually pretty good. I am standing in line when I get tackled by police. Of course, I am mad because my chicken is all over the ground. They try to arrest me. They ask me questions, but I have a receipt. I could not have been murdering that old woman down the street at 4:45 PM (Daylight Savings Time) because I was at Quiznos™ buying my favorite meal – a Peppercorn™ Steakhouse™ Sandwhich™ with a side of Au Jus™, a bag of Sun Chips™, Harvest Cheddar™ Flavor, and a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew™. I have a receipt to prove it too. I hold onto it just for moments like these. They let me go, profusely apologize, say they mistaken me for the suspect, another very handsome and masculine man. I thank them for the backwards compliment and bid them Godspeed on their quest to find the Murderer. Of course, I can read, unlike most cops, so I already know that it is Raskolinikov that murdered the old woman. They should be looking for a Russian, but they are in-a-rush to arrest some black dude who is trying to spread the word on his newest mixtape.

You get your receipt from the DMV lady, and you realize that her selfless actions have potentially saved you from being arrested and instead have contributed to mobilized, institutional racism, and that touches you deeply, unless you are an ethnic minority. That is true love.

She (back in the Theatre) grabs you down there and gently, almost a moan into your ear: Oh, Oh, Oh, O-Reilly Auto Parts. My name is not really Reilly but that is okay because I do not know her name either. She offers to leave the theater and go to her house. I agree and we get up to leave. That is how it smells inside the Flower Shoppe.

first tip would be to actually write instead of shitpost

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>>8830607
it worked for Dickens desu

>>8830607
not for me atleast. i dont like to write myself out. I write till theres still a bit of the story in me. then i wait for it to get bigger again and i prune off some more branches.

>>8830587
he's bold so probably

He probably is a hack.
Everyone who disregards philosophic works of antiquity are also hacks.

Top pseud

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>>8830456
lool

>>8830448
Magic Mountain
The Recognitions
The Corrections (shut the fuck up faggot yes it is)

>>8830445
>This will be the first thing he's ever written.
>He plans on publishing through Amazon sometime next year.

>What are the chances that the poor guy will go through all this effort to be faced with dismal failure?
Sky high.

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>What is the market for fantasy novels right now?

>>8830459
Is there something else that he could do instead of Amazon that might give him more chance of success? Or is he mostly hopeless because he's such a newbie writer?

>>8830460
I Figured.

Such is life OP. Not much to do about it except keep reading and hope for self improvement.

who cares about the demands of society? obviously do what you must to get by, but beyond that all you need is some good music and literature and some meaningful relationships. focus on that shit.

>>8830452
Is it so simple?

>>8830352
what part

I just bought it myself. I've heard it's a very difficult read. As someone relatively new to literature is there a certain mindset I should begin with? How do I not struggle over prose and sentence structure?

>>8830368
funeral. I hate funerals.

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>>8830344
that old numale? steal. anything. from me? I don't fucking think so pops. you're going down. now...

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>>8830344
>In Search of Lost Time

>>8830344
1. How to build a boat
2. The holly bibble
3. How to dervice on a tripical island

Lmoa chikken fingers

Captchs orozniki

I don't understand

>>8830334
What should I read first from her?

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>>8830254
I was assigned a poem in university called [this poem intentionally left blank]. There wasnt any poem that went along with the title. Apparently theres an entire genre of poems that just have titles. Im not sure what to say about that

>>8830265
In school there was a TV in the lobby or whatever you'd call it. One year every student had to write a poem to be shown on it. Mine was "Description of a TV screen:".

>>8830249
pick a topic and wing it

do it in segments starting with a summary of your conclusion and then a segment for each of the supporting arguments

>>8830249
write the essay using common sense and then do a quick google to find sources that vaguely support your argument. Don't actually read them and source properly (given page numbers) but source well enough that it doesn't look like you plagiarized. You'll likely only lose like 5-10% for the bad sourcing.

use google scholar and type in the subject area for instant references

put every bullet point in from the material/lectures and then steadily turn the bullet points into the essay, so you know it includes everything that was taught

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>>8830229
You're not alone, anon. Thought it was an interesting take on the genre and that the movie did it a disservice.

>>8830229
It was a pretty rad book 8/10 over a scale of shit books/10.
Ideal for making your edgy 15 year old nephew/cousin/brother to start reading

>"An oral history of the zombie war"
First it sounds edgy af, desu "zombie war", second it's not even oral.