/lit/ - Literature

>>12742395

>be me
>hanging out in the woods
>my best friend George comes over
>we start talking about our new home we’re just about to get
>George starts talking about getting a nice little ranch with some a cow, some pigs, and a chicken
>we’re going to get some fields of alfalfa for some rabbits
>and I get to tend the rab

>dude lets pretend we can demolish success because I have no ambition

>>11661738
>>11661773
>I think she makes some good points

You know absolutely nothing about comedy and she's clearly the first encounter you ever had with comedy theory
She's a fat bulldyke retard who is simply a failure as a comedian, she has nothing to say for the genre until she can actually make people laugh (i.e. not at her hilarious misfortune)

>>11485533
>He never liked Germans

>>11406245
>I'd love to see what you thought of live in any other period,

>>11354760
>but their worst crime was that they were boring.

>BURRVURTEE IZ DEH SOL EF WHET!

NEW WORDS GOOD

>>11241007
Wrong. Most tumblr blogs are 'sincere'.

>>11235008
I'm here to buy the talk!
All of it,
In fact, more than it could suggest.
Convince me
all, opine upon a moment
and I'll parse the goods.

Does it matter that we were there?
pah-
matters are matters, matters fact!
The fact of my mattering has meaning beyond me, I must release!
"You dogs! Hear me!"
It's all hearsay!
That's right,
he's a cunt, and
she's a cunt and me?
A specially flayed cunt!
Are you in my order or not?
The world's a crockpot, I'm a stove top."
"You're a Dog."
"Piss off - right - fuckface, righteousness serves minced words!"

Then off he barks to the whorehouse

hollering down his mega kennel.

But what about the man that guards, genteel, he muses on the scene:

"If I could take the middle ground, there is a logic game in play, you see, simply, the men on either side are too brash to see reason, I, however, purged emotions on the entrance, and would see it fit you do the same, have the lame no ear for my trademark calm?"

I can't say I'm not convinced, but strides the apt acquainted man.

"You're all morons! Have you not studied well under the fact? Have you?! Have you?! Well I've assimilated theory,
"it dictates."
"It states that -"
"Insofar as"
"I doubt that."

"Wait..that's not right..."
"H-hey, excuse me?! Can we please kill those intuitions!"

Off he goes, barking off his tuition, what a chore to listen to.
But I'm convinced! That's right I'm sold!
You've bargain bought my thoughts, I'm mold and open minded now. I think. I think I think.

>Art is for self-expression!

>>11182616
>>11182616
t.

>>11150709
>caffeine and nicotine increase creativity!

>The wise man knows he knows nothing!

>Art for Art's sake!

>Go Figure!
Why do Americans have the most retarded Colloquialisms?

>>11066283
>Prager

>>11056038
>Consciousness isn't miraculous because we can only comment through it!

I despise this meme.

>'I outline short stories!'

>'It's too self conscious!'

The loudest have the final say,
The wanton win, the rash hold sway,
The realist's rules of order say
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The Kubla Khan can butt in line;
The biggest brute can take what's mine;
When heavyweights break wind, that's fine;
No matter what a judge might say
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The guiltiest feel free of guilt;
Who care not bloom; who worry, wilt;
Plans laid better are rarely built
For forethought seldom rules the day;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The most attentive and unfailing
Attentiveness if unavailing
Wheresoever fools are flailing;
Wisdom there is held at bay;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

De jure is de facto's slave;
The most foolhardy beat the brave;
Brass routs restraint; low lies high's grave;
When conscience leads you, it's astray;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

It's only the naivest who'll
Deny this, that the reckless rule;
When facing an oncoming fool,
The practiced and sagacious say
Watch out - one side - look sharp - gang way.

However much you plan and pray,
Alas, alack, tant pis, oy vey,
Now - heretofore - til Judgment Day,
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The Drunken Driver Has the Right Of Way
The loudest have the final say,
The wanton win, the rash hold sway,
The realist's rules of order say
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The Kubla Khan can butt in line;
The biggest brute can take what's mine;
When heavyweights break wind, that's fine;
No matter what a judge might say
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The guiltiest feel free of guilt;
Who care not bloom; who worry, wilt;
Plans laid better are rarely built
For forethought seldom rules the day;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

The most attentive and unfailing
Attentiveness if unavailing
Wheresoever fools are flailing;
Wisdom there is held at bay;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

De jure is de facto's slave;
The most foolhardy beat the brave;
Brass routs restraint; low lies high's grave;
When conscience leads you, it's astray;
The drunken driver has the right of way.

It's only the naivest who'll
Deny this, that the reckless rule;
When facing an oncoming fool,
The practiced and sagacious say
Watch out - one side - look sharp - gang way.

However much you plan and pray,
Alas, alack, tant pis, oy vey,
Now - heretofore - til Judgment Day,
The drunken driver has the right of way.

>>10977387
>Plot
>Outlining
>Index Cards