/lit/ - Literature

roses are red
butterfly is a tranny
this thread is gay
fuck niggers and jannies

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>>14326432
Hahahaha

roses are red
i am so blue
buttercunt is gone
oh what to do

i try and i try
cannot get a boner
not even a last wank
for the buttercunt loner

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>>14326432
oh no no janny bros it looks like we got too cocky
what the FUCK are we going to do now???

>>14326432
LOL

The image slid from the screen onto my thigh, wet and smelling sharply of marshy water, a smell which, when imbibed through the nostrils at a proper speed, brings about a feeling of longing. As it made a line up towards my groin, its membrane felt akin to the parchment-skin of the recently deceased. I think I saw—due to the intersection of a nigh-imperceptable glancing of its corner and the range of my eyesight—it could feel the bloom of regret in my chest as it darted towards the folds of my posterior.

As I scrolled towards the image, the encrustment on my mons rippled giddily in anticipation of proximate fortification. It called to me, coo-cooing an olfactory melody of dust and quaint rot. Its chalky outer layer was withering; this much I could see. The lower layers of sediment and schist would soon be all too vulnerable to the drying light of my desk lamp, to the wind blown by my little fan, to my vagrant picking fingers. I am helpless but to serve my shell, and so I scroll on faster.

I'd chosen to view the image they told me I shouldn't. They'd warned me, but the pull of the shining cobalt text was unbearable. Now my gaze slowly orbits around the absent center of meaning inhabiting this image. Vertigo sets in as I shift my eyes, knocking my mind into steeper and steeper oblique courses round the image. Hair and sewage-flesh mingle openly as bone and organ are introduced into air for their first time. Quivering, I hit Ctrl+S and methodically browse to the image's new home.

I came across the image I desired. I'd flirted with the idea of searching it out but had never deigned going about my hunt. I entered the right keywords and came across it. How much more of a determined situation can one come across in life? A situation turgid and ribbed with unity, simplicity, and stolidness. And here I was, eyes drooping towards the title given to my object. I could feel its full detail radiating warmly through the link, as though I were gazing through a keyhole. Though I could only appreciate its thumbnail for now, I knew that some essential nature of the image was dutifully preserved, though in compressed form, as in freeze-dried food, in this miniature. In fact, I think I'll leave off viewing the image in full for now. I feel I must study its clone in detail before I will be able to fully appreciate the original, as when one studies the floor plan of a business before robbing it blind.

>>14326432
https://voca.ro/8dbPMrtw7LS

>>14326671
The anal image flickered. Somewhere around eight times per second, it would be reborn, showing further variegations and adumbrations of the sordid cavity. Ribbed like the edge of a nickel, but acting as a perimeter for no-thing, or rather for air. Below, the phallic image grinned before decomposing into a digital bas relief. It reconstituted itself over the course of the next seven seconds, the source's jaundiced colors slowly bleeding through, as properties are said to leak out of inert substrates of matter.

White pustules wriggling, sat among brown spatters, all of it washed out by cheap camera flash. Yes, this is definitely what I've got. It's me for sure. Twitching eggshell-mauve carapace, not quite hardened to candy-shell exterior, still larval in disposition. Hmm, yes, yes. It's all checking out. And off they go, flying around the rafters, those bastards, can never seem to stop an infestation once it starts, zipping into any orifice they can get their damned greasy beaks dug into. Glad to see I'm not alone in all this, the images prove it all, they're all there under the arm, in the groin area, around the collarbone, all grouped together for the camera as around a Thanksgiving dinner. Olive oil, camphor oil's what's been suggested, stale urine's being suggested. Anything to stop the little guys from burrowing deeper, really.

>>14326675
Please make another one where you really emphasize the "NIGGERS"

>>14326675
ABSOLUTELY BASED

>>14326675
YESSSSS HAHAHHAHAHAH

>>14326671
>>14326677
explain

>>14326717
where is this from?

>>14326710
i wrote it

>>14326810
what's it about
Im not sure how the "image" relates to something crawling around your nether regions

>>14326885
actually nvm I just got it

>>14326536
I saw butterfly making a thirsty post in response to some lesbo camwhoring on /fa/. How typical

Marxism in a lot of ways resembles Abrahamism, and is as if a secular interpretation of it. Judaic influences on Marx's philosophy are undeniable and commonly addressed today. I would like to mention those who consider themselves to be followers of Marxist thought cannot agree on the interpretation of Marx's work. Each and every has their own little sect and there is constant infighting in what the proper way is to achieve communism.

This is not a problem with "right wingers" as they do not have any quarrels regarding the work of their own intellectuals. The interpretation on the doctrines of fascism would be the same to them all. Their argumentative points are all non fundamentals such as privatization vs nationalization of key industry sectors. Any specifics which fascists disagree on are currently not important when they have a much greater enemy to defeat. First I will demonstrate the views of a typical fascist.

Or a, National Pan-European Socialist.
In simpler terms, a nationalist who wants to cooperate with his neighbors to create a better tomorrow for the future generations as well as his own. He must also acknowledge that only those whom he is neighbors with he best cooperates with. Everyone else has the right to self determination in their own lands. If Europe feels the need to defend herself, then she will unite together as one to defeat her enemy.

A fascist believes in some sort of mixed economy. An economy that will suit the needs of the people and to give each the right to succeed under the best conditions through their own merit. May it be free enterprise or some nationalization. The people must not be exploited, and the state must keep the corporations in check and the people must keep the state in check.

The purpose being the right to prosper as you see fit so long as you do not use the blood and sweat of the folk as the stepping stone to your capital throne.
In a society amongst good men, such a man would be respected and he himself would help in the betterment of the community.

I am not dogmatic so I will not say what I thing is the ideal solution, but I consider fascism to be the way forward after a period of decadence. There are people who's thoughts I would entertain, maybe even stand shoulder to shoulder with so long as they believed in the right of a land to have a blood bond to it's people.

Authoritative Constitutional Republic
Strasserism
Syndicalism
Anarcho-primitalism
Anarcho-Capitalism(?)
Soviet Communism(?)

Marxism in a lot of ways resembles Abrahamism, and is as if a secular interpretation of it. Judaic influences on Marx's philosophy are undeniable and commonly addressed today. I would like to mention those who consider themselves to be followers of Marxist thought cannot agree on the interpretation of Marx's work. Each and every has their own little sect and there is constant infighting in what the proper way is to achieve communism.

This is not a problem with "right wingers" as they do not have any quarrels regarding the work of their own intellectuals. The interpretation on the doctrines of fascism would be the same to them all. Their argumentative points are all non fundamentals such as privatization vs nationalization of key industry sectors. Any specifics which fascists disagree on are currently not important when they have a much greater enemy to defeat. First I will demonstrate the views of a typical fascist.

Or a, National Pan-European Socialist.
In simpler terms, a nationalist who wants to cooperate with his neighbors to create a better tomorrow for the future generations as well as his own. He must also acknowledge that only those whom he is neighbors with he best cooperates with. Everyone else has the right to self determination in their own lands. If Europe feels the need to defend herself, then she will unite together as one to defeat her enemy.

A fascist believes in some sort of mixed economy. An economy that will suit the needs of the people and to give each the right to succeed under the best conditions through their own merit. May it be free enterprise or some nationalization. The people must not be exploited, and the state must keep the corporations in check and the people must keep the state in check.

The purpose being the right to prosper as much you are capable so long as you do not use the blood and sweat of the folk as the stepping stone to your capital throne.
In a society amongst good men, such a man would be respected and he himself would be an assistant in the betterment of the community.

I am not dogmatic so I will not say what I believe is the correct solution, but I consider fascism to be the way forward after a period of decadence. There are people whos thoughts I would entertain, maybe even stand shoulder to shoulder with so long as they believed in the right of a land to have a blood bond to it's people.

Authoritative Constitutional Republic
Strasserism
Syndicalism
Anarcho-Primitivism
Anarcho-Capitalism(?)
Soviet Communism(?)

>>14327134
Ive seen her dumping her porn webms on /gif/

Two mountains I have sought
between the blind altars of snowfall
over the quiet reflections of sand dunes
shrouded by gusts of rolling fog
painting signs among starlit clouds

Lashing crosses I have walked
unmarked roads carved into sleet
singing hymns to my aching legs
greeting silence with a breath
stolen by the wintry summit

Piling stones I have wept
by the falling cliffs of rain
casting upwards reddened eyes
begging water for the beds
dried to dust downhill at home

Parting skies I have beheld
rays of suns on wheels of flame
crowned by stars that danced the colors
under moons ringed with faces
shifting quickly into three

Laying prostrate I have gazed
up from snow-white pearls of moons
to a woman plucking out white orbs
sewing them up in a cloth of light
wrapped around a smiling child

Blinking rapidly I have mourned
moonlit circles giving birth
fading out to the morning dew
blending back to darkened valleys
staring at the distant mountains

>>14326432
so simple yet so effective
10/10

>>14327134
>CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
>THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

>>14326675
>>14326432
the posts that saved /lit/

It’s me again

I don’t care
How could I care?

I love you
You mean nothing to me

I need you
You’re pathetic

I can’t live without you

Leave me alone

Just leave me alone
You don’t mean that
I do
I love you

I’ve always loved you


I...
don’t.
Move on.


And if...
If I don’t want to?

I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I love you.
I’ve always loved you.
I’m hanging up now.
No, don’t hang-
It’s me again...

I’ve always had an uneasy relationship with my father, perhaps “uneasy” is the wrong word but i use it for lack of the right one in it’s place; you see, I say this because the first time I met the man, I was an 8 year old boy, and he killed a young girl in front of me.
He had never spoken of it, or, even acknowledged anything untoward had happened on our first meeting. He simply sat in his recliner in front of the television, occasionally scribbling something down in a beaten up black book that he locked away upstairs in his room.
Mother left when I turned 8, that’s how I came to live here. She told me she was going out for some milk and two weeks passed and she still hadn’t returned. The police knocked on the door and I didn’t answer, apparently they can break into your house if you don’t answer, I watched them do it too; a burly officer climbed through the door first (which partially hung off it’s hinges and splintered wood in its middle) and he asked me why I didn’t open the door, “Mama told me I shouldn’t open the door to strangers.”
They couldn’t argue that, the world was a dangerous place! But didn’t I hear them call “Police” several times? No. I had but I still said no. And I had been sent to live with a couple who had a little girl and boy, they could not find any other living family members. They were nice at first, all of them, I thought the other children, Harriet and... Oh, what was his name? George? Josh? Who cares? I didn’t. I exhaled. James. That was his name. They were a little strange. They all slept in the same room, the three of them. I got the small bed to myself while the other two shared a bed. Every night I’d hear someone enter the room and when I opened my eyes, Harriet and James would have left. I didn’t know where they went, so, being an inquisitive child, I crept outside and happened upon the most horrific scene which I wish I could... No, I cannot think like that.
I was caught watching what I can only describe as the most heinous thing I’ve ever seen and, having recently found out that I would be living with them permanently, my new parents had entered the room one night and spirited me out with the other children to do what... No, I cannot think of that either. I felt tears in my eyes, stinging me, blinding me; force them down, force it all down. And then father turned up one night and I went to live with him.

>>14326432
OH NONONO THINK OF THE ADVERTISERS!!!! THEY'RE GOING TO BE FURIOUS!!!!!

>>14326432
this is why i still come here

>>14326432
NOOOOOO YOU CANT DO THIS
HIRO HELP

>>14328759
Ultra fucking cringy my man

>>14325863
"The lives of those contained within these following passages all belong to fractured souls, players of only one instrument given to them by their master. These souls search and search for something to make them whole again, forever fragmenting as they restlessly search. It is this restlessness that keeps these souls intertwined as a god in the form of a serpent. Forever and ever they wrap themselves around one another, chained by time and space, all the while continually fading until the final day of earth. As time has continued, these chains have felt the burden of time and have succumbed to rust that has broken the temporal bonds these souls once shared. Something unforeseen has occurred though. We are all in the midst of a retaliation. These gods have become frightened animals, gnashing their teeth as they make their final attack. Overcome with despair and with only a fraction of what they once were, they still create a story in this retaliation…"

Quote from my Web Journal Ice Pick

You can read the whole thing here:
https://timsecapsule.com/Issue2.pdf

>>14326677
>The anal image flickered.

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>OMFG HE IS RACIST AND TRANSPHOBIC? THAT MAKES HIM SO COOL!! ITS NOT LIKE THOSE PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS AND THIS IS HARMFUL NOUP ITS TOTALLY AWESOME TO BE OFFENSIVE

>14330359
terrible bait. try harder, nigger boy.

>>14326432
Truth

>OMFG HE IS RACIST AND TRANSPHOBIC? THAT MAKES HIM SO COOL!! ITS NOT LIKE THOSE PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS AND THIS IS HARMFUL NOUP ITS TOTALLY AWESOME TO BE OFFENSIVE

>>14326432
incredibly BASED
>>14330359
utterly CRINGE

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>>14330470
"Trans-people" have rejected their humanity on a fundamental level and should not be considered humans whatsoever.

>>14330681
the most based poster on /lit/ right now

>>14330470
>Catering to people's feelings
Feelings are to kept on the inside, asking for people to accommodate your feelings makes you a no good massive faggot. If someone hurts your feelings you just move along and cope on your own time without bothering other people.

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>>14326677
>The anal image flickered

A pretty woman purred at me today.
Simple and sweet;
Like honey
Like Hollywood. Into the sun

That white
That low, slow,
Beautiful.
But I'd never been
(Until now)

I know the sun isn't red or gold
I know honey comes from bees
I know flies are next in pollen distribution
So I've heard
The fruit of patience js sweetest
When I alone mold that seed
By the same hands that had turned lands over:
Horizons where before I had seen laugh lines
Or known it to be a vault
Cradling a firmament.
I'm still en route.

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>>14329981
appreciate it

>>14330470
>Racism
Isn't real
>Transphobia
Isn't real

>>14332676
At first I didn't feel like devoting my time to reading it but you did good my friend.

>>14326671
>>14326677
Vaguely gross and generally unengaging. Reads like unplaced spite.

>>14328765
Periods are not such terrible things to use. Generally you seem to be relying on the weight of the subjects rather than any introspection or ground-up development. A lot of this falls flat for that reason. Try writing about simpler things.

>But didn’t I hear them call “Police” several times?
This succeeded in showing me the police speaking while maintaining the narrator's voice.

>>14330359
jannies dont have feelings, if they did they would have undoubtedly taken their own lives by now

>>14332927
It’s about being raped

Straight outta compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From a gang called niggas in Tutus

>>14333931
Straight outta 4chan, crazy tranny named butterfly
From a gang called niggas with jannie thighs