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What are the greatest novels in the world that I must read in order to become a great writer?

I am interested in the occult, philosophy and spirituality so novels pertaining to these topics would be most useful.

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>>9945092
How come? Elaborate senpai

>>9945095
Will they ever tho? I wonder if it's only a matter of scientific development till something of a mind/soul could be identified, since science in itself is a formal logic process, it is a method and pertain to res extensa

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What's the most important thing you've learned about women through reading?

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Be constructive, be honest.


The Tollway

I decided to get a job
I told the Sears employee over the phone
pretending to be no one named Esteban
after she informed me my TV wasn't working
because their systems say it's microwave
manufactured by Panasonic—somewhere in Laos.
Nepotism wrote my resumé
and I started working as a barista
for my father and his ilk.
The shop lies eleven fathoms north
of my island on an anthill.
A Porsche carriage carries me there,
along with my chariot of perplexing fortune.
To and fro, the streams redshift
and I adrenaline rubs my belly
like I do my pup's—that precious creature.

When I get home, Bayes leaves me
scratching my head to bed again
and I compose the dissonant chord-laced piece
of mind. The cereal bowl meter ticks empty
and a subtle tap of the shoulder reminds me
to continue lying about driving to work
where flying-pigs shriek, sirens at the range
and my left foot I cyclicly estrange.

(Cigarette bread crumbs
in the speciosa testarossa.)

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