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>> No.23219112 [View]

>>23219091
stick with Matthew Wynman, it's a chad name

>> No.23218940 [View]

>>23218650
Agreed, Matthew is a very masculine name

>> No.22631573 [View]

>>22631180
nigger

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>>13953056
standing at a lectern

>> No.13906908 [View]

>>13906550
no

>> No.13902101 [View]

In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
And at its end, to stay the eye,
Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand!

Birds here make song, each bird has his,
Across the girdling city's hum.
How green under the boughs it is!
How thick the tremulous sheep-cries come!

Sometimes a child will cross the glade
To take his nurse his broken toy;
Sometimes a thrush flit overhead
Deep in her unknown day's employ.

Here at my feet what wonders pass,
What endless, active life is here!
What blowing daisies, fragrant grass!
An air-stirr'd forest, fresh and clear.

Scarce fresher is the mountain-sod
Where the tired angler lies, stretch'd out,
And, eased of basket and of rod,
Counts his day's spoil, the spotted trout.

In the huge world, which roars hard by,
Be others happy if they can!
But in my helpless cradle I
Was breathed on by the rural Pan.

I, on men's impious uproar hurl'd,
Think often, as I hear them rave,
That peace has left the upper world
And now keeps only in the grave.

Yet here is peace for ever new!
When I who watch them am away,
Still all things in this glade go through
The changes of their quiet day.

Then to their happy rest they pass!
The flowers upclose, the birds are fed,
The night comes down upon the grass,
The child sleeps warmly in his bed.

Calm soul of all things! make it mine
To feel, amid the city's jar,
That there abides a peace of thine,
Man did not make, and cannot mar.

The will to neither strive nor cry,
The power to feel with others give!
Calm, calm me more! nor let me die
Before I have begun to live.

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r8 my blog

https://www.pictame.com/user/saypals_/17809992327

>> No.12940639 [View]

It all started when our (former stomach model star), Anwar Newell Saint Claire, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling scarcely worried, Anwar Newell Saint Claire kicked a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Like a drunken sailor at happy hour still drinking at 21 : 00, he realized that his beloved Spanner was missing! Immediately he called his so-called friend, Keith Ben Frooms . Anwar Newell Saint Claire had known Keith Ben Frooms for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Keith Ben Frooms was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... clueless. Anwar Newell Saint Claire called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Keith Ben Frooms picked up to a very nervous Anwar Newell Saint Claire as he walked through the door obstructing the light as he passed. Keith Ben Frooms calmly assured him that most disease-carrying chipmunks yawn before mating, yet possession of puppies usually wounded their chances at mating. He had no idea what that meant some sort of disregard of August speech; he was only concerned with distracting Anwar Newell Saint Claire. What was Keith hallucinating from this time? Trying attack and said he was suffering Anwar Newell Saint Claire? Because he had snuck out from Anwar Newell Saint Claire's with the Spanner only two days prior. It was a eccentric sentence and sentenced he had been.

>> No.12131617 [View]

>>12131475

Im not a Jew

>> No.9460102 [View]

i'm a virgen

>> No.8577371 [View]

A Price to Pay for the High Crime of Individuality
By Matthew Frazier


Fasten me to the rack
I’m stretched so thin-
my tissues’ sinuous,
I am my sin.
The opposing forces pull me tight and then
my grimace meets the applauding crowd’s grin.

Lock me in the brazen bull.
At least one our stomachs are full.
The fire lit under the metal cast,
he flame will never engulf me,
but the humid scorching air
like an arid dessert, will force the
despaired cries and nauseous moans
from my heart, my lungs, and brittle bones.
But from the bull’s mouth
an amplified bellow only sounds.
But the restless watchers-
the partial arbiters-
listless and bored,
wish to hear my unadulterated howling screams.
Bolts and nails penetrate my feet
The metal rivets affix me to this wooden spine.
It branches out so to spread my wings wide.
I wait for martyrdom
but I am a pariah.
They treat me as they treat the holy
Peace likened to leprosy
I am affirmed dead,
but not yet.
Instead I rot slow-
a victim of the citizen’s show.

They abolish me from existence;
Their joy will pay my penance.

>> No.8577330 [View]

To address the original question of the thread, one becomes the ubermensch (in my view), by holding whatever the good and necessary view points are and working effortlessly within a rigid system to mold it to them. The ubermensch may be alone often, but not a lonely peasant.

>> No.8316545 [View]

>>8313191
although you have to make up your own mind, i would say to not bother with IV, the book or the film. i say this as a big fan of PTA and pynchon.

>> No.8316538 [View]

>>8311989
at swim-two-birds, and it is fucking hilarious. don't know what it is, but something about joyce and o'brien get me to laugh out loud in a way that no one else can. if you have recommendations for something similar, i'm all ears.

a friend said to read brautigan, but i found both his poetry and "trout fishing" middling, although somewhat intriguing.

kafka and dostoyevsky get me to chuckle, but it's always mixed with a cry or a sigh.

>>8312277
glittering images is next on my backlog, and my wife is reading moby-dick. how does it compare to sexual personae? also, have you read GEB?

>> No.8316516 [View]

>>8313407
IMO, you're starting with the best english bible in existence, OP.

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Am i the only one that doesnt have blue or beige boards on my browser anymore?

>> No.7876952 [View]

>>7875799
Seems highly regarded as one of the best modern epic fantasy sagas around.

>> No.7876159 [View]

>>7876124
There is literally nothing wrong with this.

>> No.7875899 [View]

>>7875887
cracked.com tier meme book about pop culture
called something like 'Einstein was a pr&%$ and I still have student loans!'

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>>6407870
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8525600-boyfriends-with-girlfriends?from_search=true
http://www.amazon.com/Boyfriends-Girlfriends-Alex-Sanchez-ebook/dp/B003V1WWVK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429132535&sr=8-1&keywords=boyfriends+with+girlfriend
Go read the whole thing. There's not really any cucking in it.

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>>6407824
>>6407828
>>6407829
>>6407830
Yo guys we're getting off topic. We were supposed to be talking about delicious cucking.

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>>6407732
You know what it is

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