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Here we are, past the gates,
at the end of history itself.
How lucky are we?

Cheap homes, cheap phones,
free starvation, free drugs.
Aren’t you glad you lack a cause?

To think there was a time
where people would fight,
and die,
for an idea, for a vision.
Both for freedom and for slavery!
Great, isn’t it? That we have decided to meet in the middle.

In our armchairs,
before our screens,
contently we stagnate in the melancholy
tasks of day to day life.
Lines blurred and bridges burned.
Dead ends - all stones unturned.
Now, what static way do you wish to live
your shit life?

Climb the ladder,
smash the glass ceiling
that we have generously set for you.
Fuck your wife
with the latest condoms
that we have generously provided for you.
Criticize the status quo
with the latest tech
that we have generously sold to you.

This isn’t a joke,
nor is it a poem.
You will choke on your inambition.
You will die by your own hands.
We have taken your children’s future
and you will do nothing.
Both the Earth and humanity itself,
shall burn into nothing.

But why should you get anything more?
What passion or glory do you feel?
Where is your burning glory?
Why are you so content with your ignorance?

Nothing is all you deserve.
Nothing is all you want.
And you’ll get it.
Past the end of history

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>he thinks death is an event in life
>he occupies a position that has no neighbors

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Hello, I would like to know if you could recommend thinkers similar to Emil Cioran and Peter Zapffe.

Do they plan to translate Zapffe's oeuvre any time soon?

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>> college dropout with no real skills per se
>> want to start some sort of life for myself but don't really know how
>> travel, freedom, that sort of stuff is what i think i want to live by

>> can't really find any literature i think will help / / suggestions?

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Give me your favorite depressing quote /lit/

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>>11720304
Nice.

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>>11466490
You should one-up the fuck with a bigger knife. If we all continue the trend eventually you'll flip to the last page of a book and be greeted by a nerd posing with his estoc.
>>11466463
Fools is lighthearted? I assumed it was more of the same

Here's another Meme Lawrence related

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>>11414949
4/4


IV
I knew it was over when the sky went dark. With the steady creep of a burnt fluorescent the sun tore black holes in the sky and within an hour grew blacker than any night I have ever known. The moon was gone, the stars were absent, and all around the only sign of life to be found was the steady thrumming of the perpetual motion generators fixed to the dark hive structures that were humanity's final resting place. I don't know how long I've sat here in the dark recesses of the chromium jungle, unable to sleep and with nothing but prayer to pass the time. In a way I am happy to be without distraction, but that is small comfort knowing that humanity as such is lost. In my heart of hearts I know there are others like me, those who have spurned the call to machine life. I feel them in the stillness of artificial night, calling out with the light of life that was promised by One beyond all algorithmic sovereignty.

end

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>>11369316
I'm fascinated by literature's ability to combat depression/suicidal thoughts, which has been clinically proven by a field of psychology called bibliotherapy. Both for my own mild treatment but also to help many other people in my life who are depressed.

My list right now consists of a lot of Hesse, Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Proust, some of Tolstoy's shorter works, and Willam Blake's major poetry works.

Any other works that help fight depression would be greatly appreciated.

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I tell myself I will give up coffee and junk food and write myself a note on my phone, like a little "Rules" note. But I always delete it. Relying on rules in my personal life feels self limiting and like admitting I'm a petty failure. Of course the next day I forget or tell myself I'll have one last coffee or I can adapt junk food in to my diet or I don't really want to give it up. And the cycle continues.

I'm not list or organisation averse. If I have an appointment I make a note. But to give myself rules on what to do feels pathetic.

Religion, life hueristics or philosophies: they seem fucking pathetic. If I can't face the ambiguity of every day and make my best judgement for each situation and feel good about my actions afterwards, it feels pathetic

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