/lit/ - Literature

>>11904851
>>11906270
>>11908441
sPENGER DIDN'T HATE ART, HE JUST THOUGHT (CORRECTLY) THAT THE wEST SHOULD MOVE PAST ART AS WE'RE PAST OUR CREATIVE STAGE NOW,

>>6343239
>BE ELLIOT RODGER
>MAKE THIS THREAD

>>6344612
>WHAT IS THE "RIGHT" WAY?

A narcissistic kid grows up to be a narcissistic/violent/misogynistic adult
i've been sitting on that idea for weeks but never sat down and wrote about it so why not let someone else

>>5429065
I had already considered several methods of self-euthanasia to solve my hunger problem, but decided instead that the problem would be best solved by ordering a pizza

I hope someone screencapped the meltdown in the other thread so we have shit to ridicule she-who-must-not-be-named with when she inevitably returns full force.

I'm looking for a man with a strong voice to read me a bed time story, /lit/?

Who wants to read to me? ;)

awesome question but all you're gunna get in /lit/ are some soft philosophical answers, or "yeah, possibly, cool question," which is what I'm doing.

I guess I learned something today.

The simpsons are always spot on.

What's your opinion on this book, /lit/?

>>2478837
those look delicious

Can we talk about me for awhile /lit/?

I'm so fucking bored.

I can't read anymore, I'm tired. My eyes are tired. I just finished The Naked and the Dead and Tinkers.

Can't read anymore, can't write anymore.

I started a blog, making posts, none of my friends care. My Google Analytics screen stares at me with a gigantic "0".

I am out of cigarettes, need to go to the gas station. Need to have human interaction, need to have someone be nice to me.

Deb will be nice to me. She works every night, 11pm-7am. She is incredibly overweight and has weird scabs on her arms. She has to use kitchen tongs to get my cigarettes.

I had to Google the word 'tongs' to make sure it was spelled right.

The GOAT.

I live a few houses away from Pat Rothfuss. How mad are you?

I don't like Holocaust literature. It's like reading Star Wars fan fiction about the destruction of Alderaan. Fictional events don't make good settings.

>>2348145
It is sir. It is the GOAT pen.

>>2347831
Thank you.

Instead of writing the story that will transform governments and bring tears to the most hardened of souls, I shoveled my driveway and made turkey burgers. I am now going to watch 21 episodes of Parks and Recreation.

Tomorrow, it begins.

Just bought a 5-pack of yellow legal paper and two Precise V5's.

Brb with a book that will save humanity and dub me "voice of all fucking generations."

>>2347072

I would argue with you but I have to go to my African basket weaving class. Catch you on the flip-side baby girl.

>2012
>Still thinking drug use is a catalyst for creative output.

ISHYGDDT

You will eventually find the right man to take your hand in marriage. Chin up, quentin.

>2012
>Using quotation marks

ISHYGDDT

Is it possible to have a complete aversion to this as well as an insatiable desire to read it all?

>>2340448
I was a pretrial persecution attorney once. Sit down for a spell, let me spin you a story. Forgive me if I light up the room.

It was cold, January cold. The type of cold that penetrates bone and flesh. The type of cold that sends one's breath into a tailspin of curses and ice particles. The type of cold that doesn't make any sort of sense.

I was twenty at the time, the time that I first met him. He was wearing a burgundy tank top with white stripes raked with marijuana resin stains and white Adderall powder. He was handsome, but not too handsome. My mother always told me never to trust handsome people. I trusted him.

He wore a black pea coat over his tank top, buttoned only once towards the middle of his stomach. The cold didn't seem to bother him.

He approached me on Forth Street where I bought my groceries from a Vietnamese couple. He had a cigarette in one hand and a firm handshake in the other.

"I need you to do something for me," he asked. His voice was strong but sympathetic. The voice of trust.

"Me? Why me? I mean, what?" I asked confused.

"I need you to be my lawyer."

"I don't know the first thing about being a lawyer. Do I know you?"

He smiled a beautiful smile.

"You, my friend. I need you because I need you. I am in a pinch, you see. I need a lawyer."

"I don't know the first-" He cut me off with a drag of his cigarette that I knew meant to be silent.

"You'll do fine. Here's my phone number." He pulled out a simple white card with a number on the back. I'll never forget what that simple white card said. How could I ever forget what that simple white card said?

5113341003 was the number. I will always remember that number. Because with his strong arm reaching across the threshold between us, he screamed as loud as he could, "Please go fuck yourself until you are dead."

>>2294269
Tao Lin's stuff isn't that bad.