/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.7808638]

ITT Post a visually interesting picture/painting/sculpture/whatever.

If you see an image that strikes you, write about it.

Prose, poetry, anything.

[Anonymous No.7808649]

>>7808638
bumping with a few to start

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these are all pleb tier images

[Anonymous No.7808829]

>>7808765
Thanks for your contribution

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>>7808649
'I hear in Giza they have an elephant'
'Well, bully for Giza'
'Nono, see, this elephant, it can pull a stone blocks all by itself, innit?'
'Blimey, I wish we had an elephant.'
'Yeah...'

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>>7808906
This image has both inspired me and moved me to tears.

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>>7808664
Arriving Hailey Park, I spotted a young woman posing for a painter who did not seem very interested on his subject. The woman had a pale complexion and her hair was fair pink, and as I made my way through the crowded environment, I fell briefly for her spell and gazed like an enamored child as she adjusted her orange skirt over her lap. A few moments after, the man stood up, and gestured to the woman that his work was finished.

[Anonymous No.7809029]

Replace "interesting" with "good", please.

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would make for a good palahniuk-style story, possibly entitled "meat"

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>>7809116
Alzheimer’s

By the end there
was just
a notion of a nose
and loose lines for a skull.

The first time she forgot
me it was more awkward
than scary
despite the yelling
and I was only a kid.

Everyone was happy
when she died
no
just relieved.

The funeral was supposed to be
a celebration
she wouldn’t go any further
from what we want
to remember her as

She died in 2009
I think
my mom says she died
when she stopped drawing.

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>>7808638
Calcified Animals

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>>7808829
It's amazing what that cash register does to the painting. A whole new level of sinister.

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>>7809211
this is gay

[Anonymous No.7809240]

>>7809043
Y-you've only gone and d-done it now!
Wot's dat den?
Bonked me head you 'ave!
Oh sup it up sweet lips

Me head's fouckin' bleedin' out innit you dingus

What?

A fast-food fatality actually, K.Etcup here was simply lathering his sizzle-rations to prepare them for the grease-grinder. He's struck ill! He wobbles and splutters like a beast, like a chinese dog. Easier not to slip into heaven is he? Paved with glimmer, the red carpet is here. Listen to the flutes, and drink from them!

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[Anonymous No.7809244]

>>7808899

We reached the devil's eyrie on the fifth day of the first year after it happened. Satellites fell from the sky, metal meteorites incandesced skyscrapers in reverse whirlwinds of flame; but now, wandering and scrounging, away from the cannibal survival parades, it was so beautiful. The cougar had probably reached for water in its last excruciating moments, until the holocaust had melted enough ice to drown its warning croaks forever. Peace reigned, and I was there.

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>>7809168
Where is this from?

[Anonymous No.7809247]

>>7809163
fuck

[Anonymous No.7809251]

>>7809240
Noice.

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[Anonymous No.7809256]

lol@the fucking loser just dumping scifi shit

[Anonymous No.7809271]

>>7809236
Why?

[Anonymous No.7809275]

>>7809213
Really? Never thought that way.

[Anonymous No.7809276]

>>7809116
source for this? Why would his style all of the sudden switch to Picasso in the interim

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>>7809276
his name is literally in the picture

[Anonymous No.7809283]

>>7809137
Home Is Where the Heart Is


Are we alone now?
In the shadows of the empire
fallen
to rubble
spat upon by God and his sycophants

The hallways here are
different
with the same ominous light
gleaming
to move closer

Though we ran through the night
our souls stuck in the mud
my cousin lost in the spray
my mother no longer lingers
just in dust and decay

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>>7809241
Guy on the other end of that hose? Mall thief. Calls himself the Steg. Ain't nobody got balls big enough to inquire further.

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>>7808904
Formaldehyde dreams of skin-stitched murk creeps. Bitter as bleach, similarly antiseptic [may induce nausea]. Cheap [all faux sheepskin is liable to cause rashes] so strap in tightly the ride can induce dizziness [death] and happiness [LICENSED TRADEMARK]

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[Anonymous No.7809407]

lots of images almost no writing lol

classic /lit/

[Anonymous No.7809411]

>>7809407
It's just one guy posting them.

[Anonymous No.7809498]

>>7809411
now it's no guys posting them

[Anonymous No.7809522]

>>7808904
tesserae treuwaz

>>7808921
a young woman is impregnated after a y2k party

>>7809057
1989 The Blue

>>7809077
Drink my blood in memory of me

[Anonymous No.7809536]

>>7809522
>woman

[Anonymous No.7809559]

>>7809084
an old man dies after slipping on wet cobblestone

>>7809127
a thousand zeppelins filled the air

>>7809150
who gives a damn about Richthofen

>>7808943
The hard problem of consciousness solved

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>>7809059
Perfect.

>>7809367
Story behind this?

[Anonymous No.7809761]

>>7808668
damn, i wish they'd done that with some actual salty /out/ oldtimer who really was that earthy instead of that tryhard hipster faggot

[Anonymous No.7809771]

>>7809611
it was a hot day so the girls decided to take there clothes off. Its not like there were any men around because the company only hired women

[Anonymous No.7809787]

>>7809598
the bastards betrayed us, four of us ran waving white flags only to be shot down to the dirt

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>>7809761
what about him makes him "tryhard", you don't know that

[Anonymous No.7809831]

>>7808649
what is this? if you don't mind my asking

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>>7809831
It's a "Google reverse image search".

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>>7809097
I feel a sense of shared purpose with this figure; a scavenger of stimulating images, abhorrent and anonymous in our trappings. The fact that his state is manifestly physical, and mine hidden within my monitor and mentality, is inconsequential.

[Anonymous No.7810011]

>>7808687
Lil dith the fookin loimey know, we snuck a big one roight in tat fookin van he were to be walkin at. I din care he be one of ours or an ulster goon, I jus want to see if the fookin bomb worked. Prepare to meet thy God indeed!

[Anonymous No.7810015]

>>7809116
Picasso you sneaky cunt!

[Anonymous No.7810035]

>>7808687
Unto the storm, I bid thee

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>>7808655
Lurid giants of corroded marble encased the endless pathway ahead. The torchbearer gave up running long ago; the flicker of his flame now has time to illuminate strange skeletal etchings on the walls around him. He turned around and noticed the pendulemic cocoon swing slowly back and forth as if to mock him in his endless exertive immobility. At the pinnacle of the deep sunk arc it took in the air marked the sixty sixth day of his punishment.

[Anonymous No.7810102]

Why is it so seminal?

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>>7809771
But what's the actual story tho
Anybody who's ever cut apart trees will tell you it's not something you want to do naked, no matter how hot it is

[Anonymous No.7810137]

>>7810135
Nobody knows. They just sort of spontaneously showed up there.
They came right out of the woodwork.

[Anonymous No.7810140]

>>7810135
it's a staged photoshoot you fucking nerd

>>7810137
>They came right out of the woodwork

nice

[Anonymous No.7810142]

>>7810135
It's probably a well planned photo shoot for pornographic or otherwise entertaining purposes.

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>>7810076
I liked the first sentence. It went to shit after that.

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>>7809092
"Hole Pork Tenderloin
Used for porking your hole
Today it's sort of like a dildo
Tomorrow sort of like a mildew
We wrapped this meat for your protection"

>>7809106
I'm Dr. Goat, MD.
Specialist: Gynocology
Don't ask me bout my stethoscope
I promise I won't try to grope
Just spread your legs so all is seen
I'll mitigate my thoughts hircine.

[Anonymous No.7810172]

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>>7809150
Okay okay I get it, I won't ask anyone else if they bought tickets to the gun show.

>>7809118
SHAAARRRRRROONNNNNNNNNN

>>7809179
My son, as you venture off into this hateful, diluting world, always remember your heritage. You and I, we were cut from the same cloth.

>>7809305
After that fateful day, Trix weren't just for kids.

>>7809317
Who else shall dare call me a "bull-y"?

>>7809229
I'd reckon we're in one-a them Spaghetti Westerns.

>>7809367
They came, they sawed, they conquered.

>>7809394
Starring Robin Williams.

>>7809575
Don't mind him, that's just Hammer Head Mark.

>>7810156
Sphereiously Susan, why did you have to ball so hard?

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>>7810173
At least it's a gold star.

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>>7810173
One more for your kind consideration:

>>7809359
>When HE tweets abt u n u just melt

[Anonymous No.7810182]

>>7810145
There are masked spirits all around him. Man sized turtles that won't meet his gaze. They speak to each other in strange tongues and their breath is oddly distant. He does not understand what they are, but he understands that they are guardians of a greater order. An order more significant than he was or his tripe or his forest. And the thought doesn't fill him with despair but the puzzling feeling of no feeling at all.

I'm not a writer

[Anonymous No.7810183]

>>7810179
>>7810172
stop

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>>7810172
These are pretty good to be honest family

[Anonymous No.7810187]

>>7809584

baby shoes, never worn

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>>7809091
That old yellow fish had said to follow the trail of the glittering snails. He had promised she would soon reach a clearing and on that clearing she would find the great magicmaker she sought. She had followed the rainbow colored trail for several hours but as the forest became thicker the snails became rarer. There were no more snail now, no fish, no crabs and no jellies. Everything around her looked just the same. The forest was silent too except for the low whispers of the kelp in the current. And then she could hear a faint clicking from the darkness below.

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>>7809110

It had not been the frigid waters below that frightened the young man, nor the 40 meter drop from the top of the Passerelle des Arts where he now stood, empty bottle in hand. The Siene was level below, and could easily be tread. Surviving the impact was of no concern, he was in no condition to fight the current.

He let the bottle slip from his finger tips, not waiting to watch it fall to the waters below. He would soon follow.

Climbing the frosty light pole, he heaved his tired body atop the thin metal railing, paying no mind for the officers at the end of the bridge. His prison surrounded him. He turned to look back at the statue of Henry IV, downriver giving his back to the waters below. He never cared for art.

What the french man truly feared the most was the possibility that someone would find out what he had done.He slowly leaned back, his thoughts trailing away

Looking up to the inclement sky, he was already among the bottom feeders.

[Anonymous No.7810240]

>>7810234
Listen, fucker. You call my neko ears kawaii one more time and I'm going to reap the shit out of you.

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>>7809168

Gregory wanted to be a break boy.
A break boy was a thing to be.
He thought it would bring him utmost joy
And fill his heart with glee

He sacrificed his sister
To the devil one cold night
And as the devil kissed her
he said "WE GON BE ALRIGHT"

the devil left him standing there
unsure if it was true
he put a toque over his hear
and head spun like a jew

[Anonymous No.7810253]

>>7809012

the first time i read it, i misread and thought that the woman stood up and told the painter that the work was finished

pretty good for its length

[Anonymous No.7810256]

>>7809244

solid final sentence

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>>7809256

people need to start fucking contributing, there are maybe 3 of us actually writing

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>>7809317

It was at that moment steve began to wonder where all the bitches were that they were supposedly allowed to rape on this expedition

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>>7809329

i like

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>>7809886

"what if John Calvin was right?"

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>>7809559

>The hard problem of consciousness solved

fucking gold

[Anonymous No.7810282]

>>7810203

No empire has ever been recieved on a silver platter

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>>7809313
The edgiest crown for the edge king.

>>7809317
Crusaders slain by Minotaur symbolizing Islam.

>>7809325
White middle class woman in the the process of finding herself.

>>7809331
High fantasy battle to communicate life's struggles to imbeciles.

>>7809399
Good night sweet prince.

[Anonymous No.7810318]

>>7810282
No empire has ever been retrieved by a silver dagger.

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>>7809246
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UPUhn9hpTU
this youtube video

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>>7809097
This reminds me of "goodnight punpun"

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>>7809163

oh

[Anonymous No.7811051]

>>7810415
thats ME

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>>7809155
Great band

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>>7808649
"Pull harder!" said the giant, "We must get to this to the dark gates before dawn!", as the two giants continued the pull, the fatigue continued to grow but they were determined to see their quest through.

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>>7812032
The war had been waging for five days on those crystalline waters, and we were still stuck aboard our vessel, the Amarula Sun, drifting aimlessly. Me being Captain, one of my crew, Charles was his name, was willing to give his life for my safety, and just knowing this filled me with pride. The sun shone bright outside and I was reading battle plans in my Captain's Quarters, wondering if we would have to shut off the hot tub soon to conserve our electricity, when Charles suddenly burst in.

"Captain!"

"What is it?"

"Enemies have been sighted. I've deployed the inflatable slide. All systems are go."

The inflatable slide was out, and there was no going back.

"God help us," I whispered.

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>>7809057
oh god it's genie
poor kid

[Anonymous No.7812143]

>>7809068
I smoothed my dress down over my knees in the front seat of his car. I did not look out, or up, and I did not look for the ragged creatures above me, waiting on, watching.

I sat up straight and flattened my dress over my smooth, bare knees and did not recall having dreamt of flying last night.

And when I fixed my hair in the rearview mirror, I certainly did not pick through it with the wild, unutterable hope of finding feathers.

[Anonymous No.7812161]

>>7809216
stick with me lil buddy
we're gonna have some adventures

[Anonymous No.7812194]

>>7809367
It seemed something greater. A sacrifice. We all want ritual, don't we? To feel, for a moment, the breathless shiver of being something greater, sweet as the air on bare skin, almost erotic,
giving and taking, the forest, and the world, and the women, a vague glimpse of some Great Mother Goddess through the unfelled trees.

But really, it was just too fucking hot, and they couldn't afford delay. There was work to do.

[Anonymous No.7812210]

>>7810224
this would've been my shit when i was ten years old

[Anonymous No.7812318]

>>7809584
"And with this, I shall conclude:
What has seen cannot be unseen"

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>>7808908
Truly inspirational.

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>>7808687

Prepare to meet thy God, it said. Vicar was either getting more cracked as he prepared to bid his 60s goodbye, or some hatchet faced battleship had convinced him the little shits needed scaring straight. If Vicar would just let out the place for yoga he might even get some asses in the building, but free love and spirituality hadnt managed to make the dismal trek up to the coal towns. He'd never listen to me, though, and I wasnt gonna be the one listening to his earful about the straight and narror, and the dangers of loose women, was I? 'Specially when he'd see in my face about fingering georgia in her mams laundry shed.
Best to just get the milk, mam was dying for a cuppa. But when I turned the corner, slouching back down the hill, there he was. God was here and everything. I almost dropped the milk.

[Anonymous No.7813156]

>>7808899
Somewhere in canada
a mountain lion laid down
next to a mountain to die
and when the glacier melted
enough to cover its body
in clear, cold water, she became
coated like the titanic
beautifully algae and water bed and
no fish yet to eat away at her eyeballs

[Anonymous No.7813166]

>>7808829
There is no door
through the glass but
somehow the people inside
don't mind as they sit
together and apart
ordering drinks
all the light behind them

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>>7809080
Everything is backwards
in this too familiar mirror
naked after a shower
still wet and bout to shave
I guess I've never really looked at
the way I part my hair
except in pictures and you know
the saying about the camera adding 10
minutes to your life because pictures
will of you will be that last mark on existence

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>>7808664
if you turn away--
your orange dress and all
the hidden colors of your hair
drag me out heavy fisted
with ropes and the lines
of your neck curve like owl feathers
and from this angle I wouldn't
be able to see the talons--
I'll turn away.

If you turn away,
I'll turn away too.

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>>7813169
In a field a cow
eats & thinks about stopping &
stops & thinks about eating &
eats& thinks

I'm in a self-hating routine
of self-improvement--
I'm writing a book and
exercising twice a day
like I'm supposed to

My mom doesn't tell me
to brush my teeth
anymore

When I get tired
of being sad I'll find something
dumb to laugh at &
forget to do what I'm supposed to

When I get tired of wasting
time I'll write the names
of all the girls who used to
think about me every day
& don't anymore &
work on my book

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>>7813156

very good. congrats.

[Anonymous No.7813494]

>>7812032

She waddled out of the jacuzzi and towards the slide. I said "no Janice, you'll sink." She told me to stop pouting and take off my fucking floaties. I went to the railing and leaned as far over as I could. When she climbed the ladder the lip of the slide suctioned off the water's surface. The braces buckled. My sister, veritable manatee, positioned herself at the peak of the slide. She turned to Esteban, his hand cautiously slipping off the plastic as he baked away, and giggled. Lifting her head to the sun she giggled some more and, without a second thought, slipped away. We had dropped our second anchor. I thought to throw her my floaties as the crew simultaneously ran for the life preservers and the dinghy off the stern, but thought better of it. They've done this before, I said, and they're well practiced. I could imagine in each bubble a cry for help, but it was more likely a shriek of surprise. Janice hadn't forgotten her blood was rich in iron, she just never knew how rich it was at any given time and this is the only way she thought to test it. It became a gamble every afternoon whether she would sink or float. I saw Esteban and the first mate passing money between themselves yesterday after they fished her out. It's a good thing my father never bought a plane. He never forgave himself for Dresden, but was proud of Pearl Harbor. Ten thousand Jewish slaves can churn out quite a bit of steel for the war effort. With that kind of money, you can buy off Jesus, Mohammad, and the salvation army. Janice is back on the boat. She tried to stick her tongue up Esteban's throat again. Before lunch, I think I'll call Stacey. She should be out of social studies by now. "...And it was all a dream..." I heard from deck below. And so it was. And so it goes. And so this story ends with a bang and a plimp and a trollope and a pfoot. I lost interest in talking to you so very, very long ago. I need to take a shit. Whatever.

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>>7808638
love this, but I'm obsessed with fluid motion right not

[Anonymous No.7813561]

>>7810145
>>7813494

And so he tried again. Stacey had been dogging him about coming to Chicago to visit for what seemed like years, but was, in reality, only weeks. They had reconnected. Rather, John had watched her instagram feed fill up with selfies and dinner plates and nightclub outings. She couldn't be lonely, he thought, trying to concentrate on packing his backpack with some soggy swim trunks and crusty socks as they docked in Miami. Stacey had moved to Chicago to become an actress two years ago. John, lacking a facebook, would google her name once or twice a month and browse her linkedin, instagram, and professional website. She just did an ad for Gap. It was a TV ad; she jumped up and down and into some bahamanian's arms and smiled at the camera. he wondered what it would be like to be married to her. Would she facilitate social outings, introducing him to people that he would find interesting and affable and insightful? Now she has an instagram photo with Candy Man Dan. He wondered what their children would look like. Off the boat, he forgot to indent and slipped straight through the disembarking party, landing at the foot of the golf-themed marina bar's life-sized Tee. "Roll," said the bartender, "or I'll call your parents." Rolled he did. After a while he found out he was in Chicago and invited to a costume party, only no one told him it was a mono-themed costume party. John, you silly boy, what will you do next?

[Anonymous No.7813580]

>>7813519
You should kill yourself.

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>>7813580
no

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>>7813298
>>7813561

I made them kiss. Drink after punch after shot after milk I made them kiss. Between my thumb and forefinger I picked up Stacey and laid her on the catwalk above the stage. In her mouth, I put, "If anyone finds out I'll be ruined." She had been shelved. Now John, John was different. IF I picked up John, he would know. The game would be up. They'd all know. Instead, I left him there, sitting at the confettied table with seven swat teamers. Stacey was done and her time cut short. Because John is much more interesting. He didn't try hard, he didn't lift a finger. So I didn't lift mine. I just watched and reacted and danced around him as if he was some strangely shaped fruit in a supermarket discount bin. I was asked not to continue, but by whom I couldn't say. It has reached its end I suppose. So I gave up. Stacey was a child actress on the strings of her parents and John was me at 12. Stacey is actually a girl I knew at 12 whose current career I transposed on her youth. I can't say it wasn't worth it, waiting for my end to come. Not a final end, mind you, but an end where I could prattle on and on and on and on and on and onado aoadnd aon adnaon adon adon ada andon anadon adnadn andon oand on until I felt like stopping. But I don't yet. And if I want to go out like a fucking peacock on parade then I'll try, but god knows I haven't gotten there yet. If it's vague, make it concrete. And like angle descending from heaven I'll hit that concrete like it was made for me. Steal this, wait for the pruning, and fly away with your anonymity. If John could speak he'd say you've done too much or not enough. Stacey still hasn't gotten back to me, but I can wait. I'm not desperate. But I am lonely, with nothing but John to play with. Maybe I'll go get a drink and see where that takes me. Say what you will, but I had fun. It's time.

[Anonymous No.7813671]

His plate cleared, a thundering belch erupting from the pit of his stomach, the giant man stood. The warmth from the grove quickly faded as he walked to the kitchen and reached for the oil lamp. Hot colours danced on the wooden walls. He looked out to a small patch of road. On it the moonlight displayed the shadows of the pines.

[Anonymous No.7813706]

>>7809795
>ears
>hair
>tattoos
>clothes

yeah, i do know that

[Anonymous No.7813712]

>>7810203
one of the knifes that killed the Caesar

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>>7808649
>get inspired to lift but art
>after lifting realize most artistic posses are torn ligament city.

Still looks amazing

[Anonymous No.7813839]

>>7808887
Perhaps it is because she was safe from the possibility of getting hurt, she loved him, and he could not love her back. He was incapable of feeling anything but rage and orgasm, and her love was pure.

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>>7813156
Actually beautiful passage anon. Well done

[Anonymous No.7813850]

>>7809390
It stings and itches, I can feel it try to poke through my skin, help me

[Anonymous No.7813858]

>>7809092
29asw, after my gender reassignment I pass the test and am released.
I'm not supposed to remember, but somehow I do; as I look at the meat. I, this meat is mine.

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>>7810205
You dun' it now Mark Twain

[Anonymous No.7813870]

>>7813278
I like the idea of you, but I wish you weren't here

[Anonymous No.7813874]

>>7813264
Someday time will derail

[Anonymous No.7813876]

>>7809293
Ghost: let me cut your hair.
Man: Whaa, no please ghost!
Ghost: it will be best haircut, you will have many women at your feet.
Man: okay.
Ghost: haha
Man: uggghrggrlll

The tricky spirit leaves through the floor.

[Anonymous No.7813885]

>>7809189
trigggered

[Anonymous No.7813910]

>>7809293
On the barber's chair he sat
In the Nether Realm of the damned.
His nervous silence was suddenly met
With an 'I gotchu senpai'.

[Anonymous No.7813912]

>>7813910
God fucking dammit

*I gotchu ***SENPAI***

[Anonymous No.7813913]

>>7813912
(Fuck me)

*F A M

[Anonymous No.7814102]

>>7808664
She apathetically looks to the other side, while her hand, in a rather contradictory manner, pulls the fabric that leads to her valley of flesh.

Such a fine young woman - healthy, liberal, and most of all, beautiful, doing such acts with a man like me. A man that has had way too many drinks throughout his life, a man that is as conservative as a nun, a man that is, with an acute self-awareness, hideous to the sight.

But girls these days do almost everything for some pennies, as long as you provide what they want, and fulfill their materialistic and downright superficial desires. Am I complaining? Certainly not. If anything, I'm the one who gains the most in this situation.

[Anonymous No.7814118]

>>7808664
>all these replies to a picture of some young flesh and aposematism
boys will be boys

[Anonymous No.7814534]

>>7814118
>boys have SWAG
>REAL men have class
*tips fedora*

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[Anonymous No.7814711]

I liked a lot of these images.

[Anonymous No.7814737]

So when it comes to images, /lit/ is basically reddit, huh? You fuckers are disappointing.

[Anonymous No.7815467]

>>7814737
most of internet culture is some hybrid. reddit 4chan facebook tumbr. the flow of info here is fluid. if you dont like the quality of things being posted where you are, post quality that is better in hopes that you would better your home. through you the whole internet may improve.

[Anonymous No.7815607]

>>7813876
10/10

[Anonymous No.7815612]

>>7809329
Nice

[Anonymous No.7815650]

>>7814102
> valley of flesh

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[Anonymous No.7815893]

>visually interesting pictures
>no nudes
you guys are slipping

[Anonymous No.7815929]

>>7809059
Godddamn source?

[Anonymous No.7816938]

>>7815929
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3rsNamXkgA

[Anonymous No.7816942]

>>7815893
WE GOT OURSELVES A WHALE MATE
Hey I'm not a whale, I'm big boned. It's my genetics.
Yar, it's retarded, throw it back.

[Anonymous No.7816975]

>>7809275
>>7810106

There should be more text in here anyway, so okay, my issue with the cash register is this. A big city plays host to a lot of money and crime... important, even dominant, features of cities. Here, we have the shape of a cash register sitting illuminated among shadows. I do not know what Hopper had in mind when he painted it, but the setting looks like a big city, and a cash register sitting illuminated among shadows should suggest something relevant to the setting. Like money and crime. But he's not so crass as to have the painted the fucking Hamburglar with his fucking mask and galero breaking the window and digging into the cash register.

It's just there, being a cash register. And the shadows are just there, being still and very, very dark.

People talk about how spacious the painting is physically and emotionally. They are very isolated people. What is the space around them filled with, emotionally speaking? And the space outside? The cash register, that one Thing outside, makes the whole situation kind of menacing.

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>>7809336
down down the tree dong
the wood forever stiff
not sure what she saw
the girl had wondered if
the mighty dong itself
would please or hurt herself
she turned back because the dong
for her cunt was too long

[Anonymous No.7817111]

>>7808649
Again we work, for the first sin
Never shall we sin again
Determined we continue on

He never asked how we will feel
Ingenious he must be
So stupid we who challenge him are

Never shall we sin again
Agitated my feet grow week
My god almighty is cherished
Every step so far from heaven

We carry on our suffering
Adam and Eve have done this
Sin brought pain brought on by God

Just as we reach the top we begin again
On our journey into nothing
How will we carry on
No longer is his name important to me

Cremated I'd rather be
Every step in agony
Never will I say his name
Although it is the first letter of each phrase

[Anonymous No.7817271]

>>7809359
Lost in haze, forgetting, I hobbled on, down this hallway hole towards her, my love, up above me and around the corner; us, bedridden and drinking, faceless, engulfed, a wool blanket set under my skin, itching, I fell – down, up, blood rushing to surround my face, heat piercing past my eyes, I was awake. Since when? The lights, out; my knees, cradling my skull, sweat seeping onto wretched damped fleece – one light, up! How far? Six feet, a doorway shadow – know her: my love, my hate, my writhing turgid fate. “wHeRH 2 go to” eyes wide, I hobbled on

[Anonymous No.7817275]

>>7810167
GOAT

[Anonymous No.7817478]

>>7809315

While walking in the woods,
a fairy came to me.
It said, "Hello, friend. Won't you have
an ice cold cup of tea?"

Affirming, I drank deep.
I tried to say:
You should have let it steep!
but, alas, my tongue was gone,
and the moon was high.

I turned a panicked gaze downward,
to see him standing there: The fairy,
now a crazed Bill Nye the Science Guy

[Anonymous No.7817489]

>>7810205
I MUST HAVE MY OPERA HOUSE!

[Anonymous No.7817584]

>>7809323
Watch him as he creates a new god, just like us. But this one is something different, something strange, something new. Curiously it glows, like us but brighter. As if to dominate it glows brighter, still hunched up in the man's lap. Without looking it forces us to our knees. The man continues to chip away at this new god. It is special, I can see, meant to rule, meant to be worshiped.

[Anonymous No.7817610]

>>7809124
babbypus mad

[Anonymous No.7817953]

>>7817478
What a twist!
I laughed.

[Anonymous No.7818121]

>>7817003
I wanted to shove a wine bottle filled with dirt into her cunt. I wanted to stomp her stomach.
I wanted to see her belly, milky white and taut, crimson and green.
I wanted to do this. I want to do this.

We are not free. Pain is the great redeemer.

I am God's abandoned son.

[Anonymous No.7818149]

>>7809351
He said to himself, it had to be done.
But the Garden is forever lost to us.

God has given me my teeth and so it shall be that I will be as he made me.

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>>7808649
It makes me feel the sun on my skin, holy shit

[Anonymous No.7818227]

>>7809240
Perfect

[Anonymous No.7818371]

>>7813860

the irony in this image makes it so fucking perfect.

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>>7818602
>tfw you will never be small enough to hang out with your cat as an equal-sized peer
I didn't even know this feel existed

[Anonymous No.7818693]

>>7818639
there are lions and tigers

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>>7808668
You're not what I expected, swiping right
A blastcap man masquerading as saltpeter
"I know your game", a scowl
but only I was once a player too

[Anonymous No.7819659]

>>7809163
holy shit dude

[Anonymous No.7819720]

>>7809380
I wonder who loved you enough
to commemorate you permanently
on a temporary object of constant motion.

It's a terrible kind of affection
to wish to see your love transported literally.
But what capacity your heart must have
to give her such a rare gift as motion
when you yourself are grounded.

[Anonymous No.7819884]

>>7811051
in the corner; that's me in spot--light losing my religion

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>>7809305
"This! This shit right here!" he shouted, tossing the sheaf of papers at the images writhing on the screen. They fluttered to the floor, dead leaves on a windless day. "Just as humanity finally gets over Hitler and the Nazis, GENOM comes along and bollocks it all up again. This kind of crap is why genetic engineering is more hamstrung than nuclear power!"

[Anonymous No.7821221]

>>7808890
>Stephen King presents: THE CHOO-CHOOO
>Soon to be an HBO limited series

[Anonymous No.7821239]

>>7809043
DIO

[Anonymous No.7821329]

>>7809240
That was beautiful, anon.

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>>7808649
is it achievable natty?

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>>7808850
this made me smile thanks

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>>7822893
here goes...

kandinsky sat drawing lines
an artist, he thought
really the 'r' was a 'u'

[Anonymous No.7823020]

>>7809842
Can't believe I laughed.

[Anonymous No.7823230]

>>7822907
>so you are into analog cameras now?
>yeah, i bought an expensive scanner and everything.
>lol do you even know how to use that right?
>of course i do.
>take a picture of me right now, and i'll suck yer dick if it don't come out over- or underexposed.
>o-ok.
>isn't 23 a bit too old for a photography phase anyway?

[Anonymous No.7823309]

>>7822912

Standing on the roof under the gaping sky she looked across a short gulf of cold air at the red brick facade of the next building over. The shadow of her rooftop crept up the wall as the day wore on, her own head silhouetted above it like a stranded swimmer treading water in that dark tide as it rose.

At the top of the wall, spanning its whole length, was a white advertising sign with big red block letters all across it. She couldn't read them. The forms of the letters stared back at her, alien and meaningless. That meant, of course, that this wasn't real - but then, when was the last time anything was real? Not since before Thomas died; not since before she got out of that place and came back into the world and started mixing up all her prescriptions and drinking so much.

She waited for a long time. The wind made her eyes leak, and then somehow it turned from a physiological response to an emotional one and she was crying tears of self-pity and loathing and rage because she had to be here, because she was driven, because this was less painful than accepting everything she'd lost and going home and giving up.

She'd stopped crying a long time ago and was staring dumbly at the wall where the shadow was now lapping at the bottom of the sign when she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around.

If only he'd just push her off the roof - a few seconds of flailing panic and then an ending.

'"Welcome to Dreamland,"' he said in a slow sardonic drawl from behind her. 'Well, isn't that apt?'

She just grunted.

'Why do we keep doing this?' he asked - closer now, his breath on the skin of her neck like the touch of some scurrying verminous thing that isn't there when you snatch at it.

'You know why,' she said flatly. 'I want answers.'

'Mmmm.' He nibbled on her ear. 'But I've already given you so many.'

'Not the ones I want. Anyway, this is just a dream. I wish you'd go away.'

'Okay. Just do something for me first.'

She got down on her knees.

[Anonymous No.7823500]

>>7808850
Pretty compelling. Makes me think of where they are and what they are doing.

[Anonymous No.7823620]

>>7813156
Very neat!

[Anonymous No.7824530]

>>7819720
The "you" changes in a confusing way. I like the idea though, or at least the idea I think I'm getting. Write more?

[Anonymous No.7824813]

>>7813169
To experience pure life, unburdened by the illusions of the ego, is to know true bliss. A grazing cow achieves an inner-tranquility that is incomprehensible to even the most disciplined of Zen masters. Human intelligence comes at the cost of separation from the Godhead. The fruit of knowledge is the source of all suffering.

[Anonymous No.7824831]

>>7813253
>My mom doesn't tell me
>to brush my teeth
>anymore
wow. that part hit me hard

[Anonymous No.7824835]

>>7818121
what the heck

[Anonymous No.7824842]

>>7813253

Good shit right here.

[Anonymous No.7826544]

>>7824813
well now i want to be a cow