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>>7475577
marxist ones

>>7475589
OH NO HE DI-ENT

>>7475577
DFW, Jonathan Franzen, the people who get pulitzers and such, appear in the New Yorker magazine and are read by middle aged liberal upper middle class cunts concerned with maintaining the appearance of sophistication

>>7475574
Does this have anything to do with literature?

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>OP is too stupid so he made this to feel good about himself
z/10 got me to whoa.

Postmodernism isn't a philosophy

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The Holy Bible

book of life 2bh

>>7475551

I am currently writing that book.

I argue that having children is a necessary step towards caring for a society's future.

I don't care about gender roles, though. The only people who defy them are the ones who wouldn't be very good at fulfilling them anyway, so there's absolutely no need to meditate over or enforce the concept.

op
is a fag
he wears
a rubber bag
and when he plays
some counter-strike
he has
lag, lag, lag

No? No more singing? Then Iwill sing of the self
Myself, so numbingly Me and yet so utterly You
its very dial-a-cliche Iknow but its all Ihave

Unreal City! Insidious and so completely You
a dim-dashing-dim sprawl of ragged carpet
velvet swish ETCETERA.ETCETERA.

my big boner
wave-stone like water wibbles
shores crash and echo
distilled semen
moonlight lifted off the waxy keyboard
cheetos doritos, pringles, fritos

you know it when you see it

>>7475470
a mustard sandwich with no other filling

>>7475470
Weird for the sake of weird

As for me? I was just another out-of-business private eye with a half-tank of gasoline and too much curiosity for his own goddamn good. I yanked the wheel and my old black pony groaned, pulling off 9th Avenue onto the tunnel road. It glared up from below, the orange-lit maw of the city. One slip of the hand and it would swallow you up whole. I’d seen it happen before. The first broad.

>>7475457
Your subject-verb agreement makes me weep.

I didn’t even know about her until she turned up a floater in the Hudson. You could see it from the newspaper. Water in her lungs, and a pair of starry doe eyes that never stopped getting excited to be seeing the Big Apple first-hand. Pretty. The innocent-looking kind of pretty. Small-town Georgia girl sweet on a big-city guy doing his nation proud over there in Korea. She told him she’d wait for him when he shipped out; life has funny ways of making you break your promises. Thanks to some friends in low places, I got hold of the pictures that the press wouldn’t publish. Including the one of the symbol carved into her back.

From an assortment of essays:

> DFW
> Lovecraft
> Fleming

>>7475393
>look at my zany tabs

From one of my short stories:

>Gertrude Stein

whenever I try I get dubs and have to stop

I don't have rich parents who are also publishers. Christ I just looked him up on Wikipedia, he's 32 now. Goddamn, time flies.

>>7475222

I'm not okay with being a hack held up by delusional parents.

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>>7475132

>>7475132
50 Shades of Benis

my benis desu

>>7475104
The rest of Jules Verne's bibliography.

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>>7475126
Huh... Literally so much. Thanks anon.

>>7475104
The Argonautica

>>7475022
no

Not at all.

>>7475022
Do you even punctuate?

Best: Robert Browning - my last dutchess (or really any of his dramatic monologues)

Worst: don't know

Worst: a screenplay for a nolan film desu

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Strange Person (acts strange)
Poor: he is a strange person
ok: he is stacking coffee milk capsules when he was bored.

Setting my bags down on the table and hear a little servo actuates an empy mist bottle making a quack like noise which draws my attention to the now dead bonzi tree, I had set up a timer on an actuator to mist bottle before I left but the water had long sense ran out, I reach out to feel the needles on the tree and when I touch it quite a few of them fall out. Sighing as glance at the refrigerator and I start rummaging through my grocery bags to find the kitchen gloves and heavy duty garbage bags, this is not going to be fun.

I hear someone run in through the hallway and I realize that I left the door open, I turn to see a stunning young Asian girl grinning ear to ear as she exclaims that I'm finally back. It takes a moment for it to register before I blurt out "Nozi?"

What had started many years ago out of desperation of her parents, my hall mates, to find someone to look after her for a couple hours during an emergency had quickly grown into a friendship with the six year old. The girl was inquisitive and bright and found my little projects fascinating, soon she was hanging around most days after school learning how to solder and the function of various components I had given her some arduino kits and taught her how to do some coding in objective C. While I really have a hard time interacting and forming friendships with most people things were different with us. She had even slept on my couch a couple times towards the end when her parents arguments turned violent. Eventually her parents separated, her mom took her back to Japan and her dad married some fat white bitch with two half Mexican shithead boys and together they have a two year old baby.

"No-zo-mi!" she corrected fanning indigence and placing her arms on her hips.
"Yes Mam" I reply overly crisply and somewhat awkwardly.

Her smile again cracks as she runs and jumps up to give me a big hug with one arm over my shoulder. More of a reflex not to let her fall than a reciprocation of a hug I wrap my arms around her and instantly feel uncomfortable. She whispers in my ear half crying "Oh anon I've missed you so much" and kissed me on the cheek. Blushing and somewhat mechanically I set her down asking how things where in japan with her mother and what brings her back.

She tells with out much emotion that Japan sucked, she could hardly speak the language, all the kids in school made fun of her for not being Japanese enough, her mom started drinking and couldn't keep a job and eventually killed herself about six months ago and moved back in with her dad… "but things will be better now that I'm back with you."

"Oh, I'm sorry" is about all I can reply.

She notices the gloves and garbage bag and offers to help muck out the mess and doesn't even complain, while cleaning with me she asks about my adventure in Alaska, she really focuses in on my picking up the guy with the rover and is convinced that I saved someones life even though I'm sure they would have gotten him, they had called in a helicopter to find him anyhow.

She seemed not to notice how awkward I was and came by daily for the next few weeks, she would do her homework at my table because she cant study in her apartment and would show me her robotic dolls which she built and programmed herself. Each time we met she would greet me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which I started returning. We would discuss things like SpaceX's plan to colonize mars or why I didn't own a TV or what my childhood was like or if I had ever had a girlfriend. Once the matter of sex and virginity came up, she asked me if I would like to have sex with her, I stated clearly that that would be illegal and that was the end of that subject.

>>7474608
>"Nozi"
Please include a trigger warning. My great grandmother was in Aushwitz.

>>7474575
>all Buddhists worship Dalai Lama

>Dalia Lama
>Dalia

It's called western pseudo-buddhism. Don't tell me you thought that western buddhists were actual buddhists? It's just a, manipulated, permissive philosophy that they use to justify their ignorance and detachment from any issues in the world

>>7474583
I thought so. Like how the fuck can you be a Buddhist without believing in Buddha as a God, it's like being a Christian who is an atheist. They only do it because it makes them look hip.

>>7474574
Post some examples, if they are that short.

>>7474611
Vacuity binds those who are blinded by sight. To ponder upon how without the thought of how else is to be stubborn towards everything. Stricken by ignorance is nothing more than a dislocation of a severed limb. What’s left of nothing is immeasurable for it is nothing. Even a specter that dwells within a dark cave knows not of the dark cave; to it, the surrounding is just a surrounding, assuming it can gather that much. A cluster of light speckled by a string only to unravel without a spectator is to never unravel. To teeter on a terrain of equilibrium is an astounding act indeed. Those that contemplate expanding a void leave nothing and give nothing. A mind is a vapid sense senses nothing, not even itself.

>>7474838

your words are bad. they are meaningless.

"What’s left of nothing is immeasurable for it is nothing"

nothing, just like your point.