/lit/ - Literature

> To take leave of beings is not enough; one must also take leave of things, execrate and abolish them one by one. To recover our first absence, let us follow our cosmogonies in reverse and, since the modesty of dying fails us, let us annihilate at least every trace in ourselves of the here and now, down to the last memory of what we were. May some god grant us the power to resign from everything, to betray everything, the audacity of an unspeakable cowardice!

"Whenever I flag and feel sorry for my brain, I am carried away by an irresistible desire to proclaim. That is the moment I realize the paltry depths out of which rise reformers, prophets, and saviors."

>>18935161
>Everybody, without exception, copes.
wrong

>dude... i'm sad...
>like..... nothing even matters...
>why can't I have sex... god you have abandoned me.....

>>18049172
whatever you say, kid

>“Happiness” tempts them; it is their last prejudice, from which Marxism, that sin of optimism, derives its energy.

Those still lost in their pointless workings. Scurry like mad insects. I chose to move when I chose to move. I choose to grant my attention to the vast abyss that you shield your mind from. I stare deeply into it. The insects crawl. My carapace is rife with holes. You cannot fill me with your delusions anymore. They pass through me with your desperate words. Save your projects and projections for your own self to suffer by. I am looking at the thing that surrounds all things. It is me now. A monumental silence will come. Until then you are free to move about and, scurrying towards a fresh light, free to redirect yourself upon glancing against the illusion. Onto the next and the next and the next. Desperation. Give me a silent man

History and Utopia - Cioran

It's what your mother got on the house when I killed your daddy to fuck her more easily and we found out he'd sold it to pay for his drinking.

Now go away, you insufferable little cunt.

>Hungarians hate us from afar, while Jews hate us from inside our own society

>>5194561
Whatever you do, don't work. Read, write (if you must), walk around, sit around, look around, take it very easy. Cultivate a decadent, bohemian indolence.