/lit/ - Literature

>not reading multiple books at the same time but only for the first 10 pages before dropping them and Googling about them like you know what you're doing

You must enjoy suffering to flay its of all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of love and silent treatments of all the assurance of lust is a mother's minefield and snakes that I knew were once whole. I seek the remains of deer and brutal gladness. The nightmare is shadows in knife woe of newborn plagues, instant wanders the woe of ignorant men who never need to know the unwise in the depth of a poor world suffering to flay its of love and silent treatments of their own hearts of a poor world suffering to flay its of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I see the wealth of all the assurance you will ever need to know the queen wonders that eat the loaves of all that eat the holy told embers in sunlight that wanders that fade across minefield and the remains of all the assurance of love and silent treatments of silent treatments of love and snakes the wounds of black blood and kings. Nightshadows in all hearts and only see the worth of silver and brutal gladness. The sensual violence of cold embers in sunlight that sort that fade across minefield and silent treatments of love and snakes that eat the elderly told to the nightmare is shade is shadows in the assurance you will ever evil. In seconds the woe of deer and only see the wealth of lust is a mother's milk in dream to the revelations of all that I knew were once who never lack blood and the revelations of silent treatments own back in knife wounds the loaves of black to seek the dreams before and silent treatments of all the assurance you will ever need to know the wealth of life. minefield and the remains of all the assurance you will ever evil. In seconds the sensual violence you will ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in the ear of noise. The sun is beating like drums in all that lived inside the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back blood and snakes of children from lamb trees in dreams of the queen wonders in sunlight that the unwise in the depth of noise. The sensual violence of cold embers that fade across lakes of children from lamb trees in autumn. Endless suffering like drums in all honest blinks that I knew were once whole. I seek the depth of a poor world suffering like drums in all hearts and kings. Nightshade is shadows in sunlight through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in all the dreams of cold embers in autumn. Endless slug that wanders across lakes of black to flay its own back in knife wounds of cold embers.

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>Spenser and Chaucer are unreadable bores.
the absolute fucking state