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>>7462857
If you read chronologically you'll be fine. I don't think he ever wrote any prequels to his works himself.

just read the fucking book

chronologically you'd be OK fine. but if you want a loose recommendation on some of the mythos related stories to read, here is an order:

Dagon
Call of Cthulu
The Shadow Out of Time
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
The Mound
At the Mountains of Madness

Can read other short stories in between, but I wouldn't read Mountains of Madness prior to Dagon, for example.

Unrelated, but The Colour Out of Space is best Lovecraft.

>>7462527
lol
I have to share this on Facebook xD

my favorite pokemon

What if your anime figures are victims of anime medusa?

Is Five Nights seriously still popular? Why?

Sounds SP00PY! xDDDDD

What the actual fuck.

The Moomins

>>7462315
Go back to /lit/

In addition to the piles of dirty clothing, he had amassed a sizable collection of empty gallon-sized water jugs which he refilled with his piss so that he wouldn't have to interrupt his autistic conspiracy-information consumption or his pornography watching, to use the bathroom. He hadn't figured out a way to take a shit in his bedroom yet, but he imagined that if these habits continued it wouldn't be long before he was catalyzed to get creative. The piss jugs were beginning to accumulate on his closet floor. Fifteen in total. He justified this by considering that the house's water supply ran off an electric pump and that if the Russians, Chinese or muslims were able to run a successful EMP or cyber attack on a local municipal electricity monopoly the fifteen or so gallons of piss would be a-ok to drink (piss being sterile and all) until he could figure out a way to acquire a more reliable drinking water source. So the obsessive compulsive piss hoarding was really just an aspect of his prep.

Later in the day, after he had consumed a sizable amount of information, rhetoric, and opinion, he made his way to the gym. After the muslim attacks in Paris he had begun to workout. He did spic-tier manual labor for a landscaping company so he was relatively in-shape, but his genetic predisposition was not favorable to being completely jacked. He looked more like a slightly underfed Vietnam-era, white-trash infantryman and when he was younger he had occasionally larped as exactly that. Thomas hoped that working out on a regular basis would increase his testosterone levels and that eventually this influx of male hormone would break him free of his zog-prescribed mind-control, the sort of mind control that regularly induced him to masturbate multiple times a day to strap-on, interracial, and femdom pornography.

After doing a chest regiment he left the gym and grabbed a fresh jug of water from the local WaWa. He knew that this type of bottled water was no less likely to contain fluoride or estrogen mimickers, but he concluded that it was probably still more pure than tap water or the sulfur-laden well water at the house. He noticed the nogs working in the deli. He was finally beginning to see them for what they really were: low-IQ, aggressive welfare queens. They were all leeches on society, even the ones who worked. It was important to begin to make the transition from the state-induced constant feeling of sympathy and white guilt toward the poor, brown masses, to a superior feeling of pitilessness regardless of rule-exceptions. Each day he made breakthroughs with this enlightenment. Thomas began to see how the browns had a constant awareness of white sympathy and how they used it to exploit the white man.

His first real action came when he was waiting in a Chic-Fil-A drive thru. The restaurant was located adjacent to a plasma donation center. Thomas knew about this place because it always had a fifty person or more line out-the-door of nogs waiting to donate plasma so they could supplement their welfare check. In addition to disgusting Thomas at the thought of ever having to receive a nog's AIDs infected plasma, it was a further example of a degenerate class of incapable beings.

"Hey mane, you got a dollar? I cane donate plasma 'til tomorrow. I need a buck for the bus," A nog—who had wandered into the the Chic-Fil-A parking lot and noticed Thomas' window down—asked.

For the first time in his life Thomas said firmly, "No," without hesitation. A few seconds later the nog had his bus fare looted from a pair of white college whores eating at one of the outside tables.

Living among blacks in The South it seemed to be understood that there were a certain element of decent, working class blacks who managed to infiltrate white society and lead essentially acceptable lives. It was, however, also understood that there was a far larger population of yooths, nogs and welfare queens who lived in a run down part of the city and were basically responsible for the majority of the crime and poverty. In the last twenty years favorable jewish lending to minorities and government programs to make suburban neighborhoods and schools more 'culturally enriched' had led to the construction and soon after destruction of many a suburban area. Areas that had once been reasonably priced, relatively white 'good-school' neighborhoods slowly, but surely declined under the pressures of ever more black, spic, and eventually muslim infiltration. Thomas, who had lived in these suburbs his entire life began, more and more, to notice how this change was affecting the quality of life, businesses, and aesthetic beauty. Neighborhoods no more than ten years old looked as though they were falling apart at the seams. Trash was everywhere, cars were parked in the grass, gardens were not maintained, and gangs of brown youths wandered the streets shirtless undoubtedly looking for trouble.

Thomas had, on occasion, run into the worst of this sort. The aggressive panhandler attempting to trade a worthless story of sorrow for five spot on the street outside a bar favored by liberal white effeminate hipsters the likes of which Thomas had occasionally larped as.

>>7461909
>that image
lel

>>7461909
Regardless of the prisoner's *expectations*, he still doesn't know for sure when he will be executed. Even if he were killed on Friday, he'd still be "surprised" on Thursday when he came to the realization that the day of his death must be Friday.

I think the paradox is amusing and certainly resembles in form other valid paradoxes, however, I don't believe in this case it constitute an actual paradox, maybe instead some ambiguity of terms.

>>7461707
https://docs.google.com/document/u/1/d/1y8_RRaZW5X3xwztjZ4p0XeRplqebYwpmuNNpaN_TkgM/pub

>>7461710
i would like more fiction suggestions

>>7461732
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophical_fiction

READ THE FUCKING STICKY

Moby-Dick

>>7461662
But I have no idea what I want to read. I haven't touched a book in years and I feel like a total idiot who's missing on something cool.I will go with anything ppl will recommend me here.

>>7461464
https://docs.google.com/document/u/1/d/1y8_RRaZW5X3xwztjZ4p0XeRplqebYwpmuNNpaN_TkgM/pub
historyofphilosophy.net

Are you willing to spend time on specific phil books or are you looking for a 'history of philosophy' kind of text?

>>7461464
>yfw that is a full-size skull carved from a single meteorite
>imagine how much that fucking costs
>I want it

>>7461160
I'll explain why you are dumber than them.

At least they had the ability to type properly and not to make overly logically fallacious arguments as you did.

>>7461160
the after pic should be a rotten corpse desu

BTFO

ye he was hung as

ForLucia Joyce

Seriously, considering they didn't have weights back then, this guy is jacked. Did he build fucking railways in his spare time or something?

>you will never have school experiences like the characters in Tatami Galaxy

>you will never have a collage experienace like the characters in your fucking life you dumb sak of shit who thinks these kind of posts have any fucking value or are of interest to any fucking peerson

>>7460978

You want to be implicated in a murder?

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1/?

>>7460760
"I am become death"
kek

>>7460760
you're a fucking psychopath

>>7460758
Some of us on here were/are spooks. You'll find the blackops stuff is pornographic without a context.

Films, The Recruit has some very good and very bad insight into the life. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is a fantastic film.

Spies and Revolutionaries by Bill Graham covers it extensively in the context of New Zealand. They have one of the most open and laughable intelligence cultures. At one stage, Soviet, British and American spies would meet on friday nights at 7.30pm in Wellington at a Hotel to chat and have a drink.

There are plenty of sources on Intelligence operations, but it depends if you want to know about actual intelligence practises, policy influence/policy making, informing policy or intelligence gathering. Black Ops stuff is done by a tiny community relatively. The vast majority of the work is boring file reading, responding to phone calls and emails from butthurt analysts, listening to people do disgusting things and tolerating absolutely intolerable people simply to get a slither of information.

Imagine making a friend who you must develop your entire personality around, becoming closer to him and consistently working him. Do this for months, occasionally dropping hints about what you would like from him. Do that with a dozen people (if you aren't a lazy cunt, there are a few lazy spooks out there who merely run the circuit) and then imagine that you end up struggling to form connections with people after manipulating them for a living.

Not only is the life of a spook incredibly demanding and psychologically distressing, it takes a specific breed of person who can handle that occupation. The special forces attached to intelligence agencies are quite impressive though. Look into 'the increment'.

If you head to infinitechan and go to 8diamonds, there is a thread which contains hundreds of files on intelligence. It would be worth a look there.

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>>7460758
This book. Interesting, readable, comprehensive.

It turns out that most of the CIA's secret operations were total fuckups, and the agency generally had no idea what it was doing.

>>7460812
That's a great one.

For the Presidents Eyes only is good if you are looking for more of the history of the development of these agencies.

I also enjoyed Operation Mincemeat and Agent Zigzag, but they are definitely written more for entertainment, despite being well researched. And they are both focused on British WWII stuff, not CIA

I dared to kiss her and I swear he next thing I remember, my balls sac was in her mouh as she stroked my shaft. I threw her on the couch and shucked off her flimsy dress and panties. She got on her hands and knees, her elbows hyperextending in a way that was alien and erotic, her long fingers clenched into the cushions as I slid in, still only semi-hard and I fucked her from behind. She was small and toned. I studied the delicate hairs on the back of her neck, the delicate bones of her spine, her shoulder blades, and the dimples above her ass. I admired her brown skin, I liked the way the pigment collected around her asshole and cunt. Her pussy lips were such a deep brown, almost black, it was like her snatch had lipstick. By contrast her hole was bubble -gum pink on the inside. It reminded me of the slick luminescence in a sea-shell . The cunt itself seemed only the size of a quarter, I had never seen a pussy so tight before. Her sparse pubic bush was wiry and stiff. Her hips were narrow but her ass-crack was deep, I spread her cheeks apart and only semi-hard her pussy, slick with juice took me right in. There was a quarter-inch sleeve of bright pink pussy-skin that extended out of her snatch clenched tightly around my cock. I fattened and stiffened quickly inside of her. I watched as each stroke dragged it out and pushed it back. It was like I was turning her inside out. Her ass broke out in goosebumps. I stared for a moment at budding flower of her anus and became quite rigid. I snapped her brasserie off her back. She skillfully slid it off and her breasts fell with a pleasing heft.
I felt an electric surge that started at the tip of my cock. With every thrust I was reaching the limits of her gash ramming her cervix and I could feel the bones of her pelvis bruising my groin as I stretched her.

>>7460635
Actually, I've found that people with no experience at all tend to write better erotica because they don't have bullshit real world stuff to draw from. It's pure fantasy. Pure idealism.

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>>7460635
since you live through women, you are a beta.


do not forget to eat pussy, abide by her !