/lit/ - Literature

Once upon a time, I, Anon, dreamt I was a Butterfly, blueballing hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a Butterfly. I was conscious only of my intense hatred for capitalism as a Butterfly, unaware that I was Anon. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a shitposter dreaming I was a Butterfly, or whether I am now a Butterfly, dreaming I am a shitposter. Between a shitposter and a Butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the homosexualization of material things.