/lit/ - Literature

>>1058316
YEAH. DAN BROWN IS LIKE THE STEPHANIE MEYER FROM CONSPIRACY THRILLER.

>>1058300
WHAT'S HILARIOUS ABOUT CAPS??

:confused: :huh:

I WOULD SUGGEST YOU ANY SHORT STORY COLLECTION FROM RAY BRADBURY OR WILLIAM GIBSON. ALSO THE CATCHER IN THE RYE AND THE FICTION ROBERT ANTON WILSON.

CHEERS.

>>1058278
NO, IT IS NOT.

THIS IS TO THE GUY WHO IS WHINING ABOUT THE CHARACTERS THAT INHABIT /lit/ AND EVERYONE ELSE HERE.

I AM NOT ROLEPLAYING JACK KEROUAC, OK? THE PIC IS UNRELATED. AND YEAH, I AM A GENIUS.

CAPS ARE NOT YELLING.

SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE BOOK.

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>>1057258
WELL NOT JUST THEM YOU TWAT. AND BTW MY POEM IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING THAT YOU WILL OR HAVE WRITTEN. EVER.

FUCKOFF.

START WITH JUNKIE THEN NAKED LUNCH.

CHEERS.

WILLIAM GIBSON > BRUCE STERLING

X999

AND WHO'S THIS?

RAY BRADBURY?

ALLEN GINSBERG?

OR ARE YOU JUST A ENVIOUS POSER?

I WAS INNA KIND OF ÜBERALPHASTATE THIS MORN AND THIS JUST BLEW OUT OF MY MIND EVEN BEFORE I GOT OUT OF BED:

*** A U R E U

...EBB. SAINT WEEK... ERR... I LAY MUTATING ON THIS SATURDAY BLEAK.
CONVULSING PLASTER OF PASTY EEK.
NOT MYSELF, JUST A MOURNING HEAD.
HEAR OH! CALLING MY NAME OUT. OH NO, IT'S JUSTA DOBLE EYE THE BLEI EYE STARING INTO I. DUBAI DUBAI DUBH I. AYE. EYE STARING DUB I. IR, NO IR. AU! MY BLACK EYE! DUBBED EYE!
HAZY I DREAM OF THE AYER.
THE APPLE OF THE EYE.
ERRAND ERRAND, LOOKING FOR THE APPLE AND... OH IT'S NOT DARE. IT'S EASILY THERE, UNDER THE FINE PLACE. TO SEEK TO GRAB IT. BUT MY HAND HOLDS A POOR BLACK EYE.
WHITE LIES BEHIND THAT BLACKNESS. WEEK DAMNED.
ICY FOSTERL AND WHITENESS THAT APPAL.
CRACK CRUCK. EYE WITCH CRUMBLES IN MORNING HEAD FLASHING HEAD.
THE APPEAL OF THE I.
THAT CALLING SMELL BEE HIDES STALE DEATH.
MIST... MISTER HIDING. POISON OUT OF GOLDEN HARVEST HIDING THE APPLE AND... YOUTH LOST INTO GREYNESS.
TREMBLING HAND TRYING TOO RICH IT. FALLS. AU TUMNS! FALLING INTO NOTHING. I LIVE IT LEAVE I'RE AND LEFT TO THIS DUBAI. HERE IN THE WHISPERS. THEY MIGHT SAY THAT ONE WAS ENLIGHTENED BY STARING INTO AN OREO COOKIE KO KA... KE? KALLISTI AND GOLDEN MISFIT LIES, D WELL WHERE THE CHILDREN WENT.
DRINK YOUR MILK HONEY DUE IT'S GUD FOR YE EYE CRUMBLE INTO THIS SAINT WEEK MAKING MYTH OH! SWEET CAN DIES ONLY TO SHOUT INFANTLY: IN SAIL! AU! AU! FAIR WELL! TAU THAW.
CRUCK CRUM. MMMU... FINN.

HUH?

DID HE TOLD THIS??

AND WHEN AND WHERE DID YOU MET HIM?

I AGREE. I DONT OWN A CELLPHONE AND I DONT INTEND TO OWN ONE, THEY PROVOKE IN ME PROFUOND INDIFFERENCE. ALTHOUGH I DO LOVE COMPUTERS AND THE WEB.

THIS MAY SOUND CHEESY BUT I FIND A KINDRED SPIRIT IN HIM. HE IS MY FAVORITE AUTHOR. I HOPE I MEET HIM SOMEDAY.

; __ ;

NAVIGATING
OVER GREY GLOOMY WATERS
THE KIDS
THREE IN NUMBER
PLUS A CAT NAMED KU
IN SEARCH OF
THE AUMUNSCHTAU
FOR THEY WANTED
SOMETHING FROM IT
TO FILL THE VOID INSIDE
AND CLOSE
THE CYCLE.

THEY WERE ALL
SIPPING ON ZHOKLAFINN
EXCEPT KU
WHO WAS SOMEWHERE ON DECK
AND THEY WERE ALL
STARING
WITH LOST GAZE
TO THE GREY HORIZON
KINDGEISTEN
INTO THE DEPTHS
OF HIGH SEAS BLEAKNESS
KNOWING SOMEHOW
IMPLICITLY IN THEIR MINDS
NOTSPOKEN
EVEN BETWEEN THEM
THAT THEIR QUEST
ACROSS THE VOID
WILL NOT BE
FREE OF COST.

EHUM EHUM DESMOND DAVID HUME CONVULSE AMIDST THE FUMES PRRFTIING FROM HIS BODY DESMOND OH WELTED EL ERUPT WHO'S STRANGLING THE LOOP? EHUM EHUM

DA-DA-DADA-DADA-DA-DA-DADA-DADA-DA-DA...

PLEASE LET ME FALL INTO AFTERMATH.

AND AGAIN RESUCITATED THE UNDYING CORPSE.

AND WHAT BOOK WOULD THAT BE??

EXCUSE ME FOR MY IGNORANCE. ¬_¬

IN AWE WATCHES HIMSELF PUKE COFFEE.

I FEEL THAT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS I'M FIGHTING IT. ALL CALMED... THERE, IN THE STILL, LUGUBRIOUS PLACE... SO I SOMETIMES LET IT IN, TO FIGHT IT. IT HURTS. IT HURTS THAT I CAN DO NOTHING UNLESS I AM FIGHTING THAT THING. COERCION RULES MY EXISTENCE I HAVE TO KEEP THE WHEEL GOING. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT THAT MEANS? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF THE PRESSURE THE WEIGHT OVER MY HEAD? THIS IS SERIOUS SHIT. I FEEL I'M GOING TO MESSUP AND THE BIKE THE BIKE IS JUST GOING TO GET OUT OF MY CONTROL, STOP SPINNING OR GET UNBALANCED AND THEN FALL, TAKING ME WITH IT INEXORABLY HITTING THE COLDNESS. NOT UNLEASH IT WOULD MEAN CERTAIN DEATH SLOW MISERABLE GREY DEATH. A TRANSITION WITH A DREADFUL DESTINATION: THE DARK WELL, SEED OF STASIS. BUT A GAME I CAN NOT WIN IS THIS OF TAMING THE BEAST. KILL IT WOULD MEAN TOTAL OBLIVION TO LET IT WIN WOULD MEAN TOTAL OBLIVION. THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME... THE PROBLEM IS, I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY HOME IS. I WAS ONCE KNEW OF A CAT WHO FUCKEDUP AND GOT A FASTPASS TO THE EYE. HE CONVULSED IN OBLITERATED BRAIN SEQUENCE, MUTTERING: BRUWRURU BRUWRURU. AS EVERYTHING WENT BLANK. HE PROBABLY GOT INTO THE OLDEST CON MANKIND HAS EVER KNOWN: THE GOLDEN HAZE. THERE IS NO SUCH THING. THAT AUGLITTER IS JUST THE EMANATION OF THE DROOLING MIGHT OF THE WHITE. SO KIDS: NO MORE FOOLISH DILLY DALLY. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE OUT THERE... THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Any feedbakk on this???

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I FEEL THAT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS I'M FIGHTING IT. ALL CALMED... THERE, IN THE STILL, LUGUBROUS PLACE... SO I SOMETIMES LET IT IN, TO FIGHT IT. IT HURTS. IT HURTS THAT I CAN DO NOTHING UNLESS I AM FIGHTING THAT THING. COERSION RULES MY EXISTENCE I HAVE TO KEEP THE WHEEL GOING. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT THAT MEANS? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF THE PRESSURE THE WEIGHT OVER MY HEAD? THIS IS SERIOUS SHIT. I FEEL I'M GOING TO MESSUP AND THE BIKE THE BIKE IS JUST GOING TO GET OUT OF MY CONTROL, STOP SPINNING OR GET UNBALANCED AND THEN FALL, TAKING ME WITH IT INEXORABLY HITTING THE COLDNESS. NOT UNLEASH IT WOULD MEAN CERTAIN DEATH SLOW MISERABLE GREY DEATH. A TRANSITION WITH A DREADFUL DESTINATION: THE DARK WELL, SEED OF STASIS. BUT A GAME I CAN NOT WIN IS THIS OF TAMING THE BEAST. KILL IT WOULD MEAN TOTAL OBLIVION TO LET IT WIN WOULD MEAN TOTAL OBLIVION. THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME... THE PROBLEM IS, I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY HOME IS. I WAS ONCE KNEW OF A CAT WHO FUCKEDUP AND GOT A FASTPASS TO THE EYE. HE CONVULSED IN OBLITERATED BRAIN SEQUENCE, MUTTERING: BRUWRURU BRUWRURU. AS EVERYTHING WENT BLANK. HE PROBABLY GOT INTO THE OLDEST CON MANKIND HAS EVER KNOWN: THE GOLDEN HAZE. THERE IS NO SUCH THING. THAT AUGLITTER IS JUST THE EMANATION OF THE DROOLING MIGHT OF THE WHITE. SO KIDS: NO MORE FOOLISH DILLY DALLY. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE OUT THERE... THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

HE CONVULSED IN OBLITERATED BRAIN SEQUENCE.