Write a stream of consciousness in your native language.
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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alastalon_salissa
> In one famous scene, a character's journey to the mantelpiece to fetch a pipe is told in over seventy pages.
Unfortunately not translated into english
Hy wil he dat ek moet iets skryf, vir wie? Ek weet nie. Miskien vir hom. Ek ken hom nie eers nie. Hy, probably net soes all die anders, will iets van my af he, die bliksem! Ek wonder if eenige iemand hierso kan eintjlik lees wat ek hierso skryf, ek twyfel.
Ek moet ontmoet dat dit nogals eintljik a plesier is om in my ma se tongje to praat -- jy sien ek doen dit so min, amper noiit nie. Ek wonder ook if, om nog n' taal te praat veraander n' mense thinking patterns. En ek skryf n' bietjie in engelse omdat ek nie sterk is nie van of so min gebruik.
Oh wel. Ek's the boere Nabakov, dit's waar.
Ek wil duitse leer, dit is nogals nie so verskillend aan hierdie taal.
>>7602112
un flot de conscience
>>7602112
El amor de my sueño no tiene paredes, pero esta encaramado en un pedestal sin escalera. sentado en una oficina calurosa me acuerdo de cuanto ame y me amaron, pero no si fui yo el culpable o el amor infinito de my dolor. la sangria que me tomo me da escalofrios porque no soy un borracho como lo fue my papa, pero si lo fuy en mi adolecensia, llena de aventura y olores sexuales. mis pasiones son pocas y alejantes. me han impedido coneccion humana y he perdido amistades, pero que mejor amistad que uno mismo? claro que si soy un hijo de puta y soy mi mejor amigo entonces no necesito enemigos.
The thing looked neither man nor woman although it was male and the child beckoned into his home speaking to it like a friend, come come friend and wipe the pus from your sores and the dust from the cracks along your feet. The day you must have had, my gods, surely you're a tired old thing, and with that the thing entered and sat on the cushions that lay sprawled across that sopping ground like flotsam and the child pulled the highest lever on the wall, all the while watching the thing and grinning, and warm soup spouted from the grid neighboring the circuitry and filled two bowls, one labeled guest. Here friend, said the boy, here friend. Tell me of your day. The thing looked into the bowl as it was passed and wished, wished like a stranded man wishes for water, that it could speak.
Hичeм никoгдa нигдe нe yбить мeня нe зacтaвить нe пoкpыть вyaлью caвaнoм caвaннoй pacпoгpeбeния тecный гpoб paзoбpaть ни нa чём в пycтoтe пoдвecить
Ктo бepёт ктo дaёт ктo бepёт нo нe знaeт ничтo бecкoитьcя пoзднo кoгдa пoдбиpaeтcя cзaди пoдпoлзaeт чyмa нa двa глaзa пoчти нeпoчтeннo нeвзpaчнo yнылo
Пoвтopить в вeчнocти вoт чтo cтaнeт нoвинкoй дня пeceнкoй пpипeвoм pитypнeлью eщё paз пoвтopи пoвтopи пo тpeти пo чeтвepти и в oднo вcё coльётcя
Binne die volgende twee maande sal ek eens weer na universiteit gaan en ek kyk eintlik na dit aan. Vir die rede dat waneer ek by die huis is, soos noe, doen ek fokkal. Geen geleesery nie, miskien kyk ek n' movie of twee maar niks eitlik nie, ek's steel net sierstof, my masenne. My ma wil my uit die huis skop omdat onse net op onse anderse foete trap. Maar ek dink net buide van onse weet nie hoe om eintlik met die ander te lewe nie. Sy was nooit n' gooi ma nie. Ongellukige ek, en haar ook, miskien. Ek van tyd na tyd wens ek was nooit geboore nie, om oopen te wees. Ons was nie bedoel om mense wat dink nie, rerig.
вpaтиo caм ce ca фaкca yпpaвo. ceбopeјa ми изјeдa cкaлп, и cвpби мe пoпpиличнo. кинyo caм. ниcaм cпaвao цeлo вeчe и плaниpaм дa нe cпaвaм цeo дaн, кaкo бих мoгao цeлo вeчe дa oдcпaвaм и вpaтим дaн зa дaн, нoћ зa нoћ. нe yмeм дa пишeм. јeбигa.
>>7602116
Onko mistään kotoisin? En ole ennen lukenutkaan mitään Kilven kirjoista.
>>7602116
Like anybody would want to read that!
Hedonistische impulsen is het enige wat mij levende houdt. Er is geen toekomst meer voor mij, ik zit vast, en dat zal ik altijd zijn. Of ik er moeite in stop om te veranderen of niet, het zal niks uitmaken.
ülök a szobámban, búsan egyedül és egy álló faszra gondolok. nézem a pinámat, sírva fakadok, hát ez bizony berozsdásodott
>>7602125
>adolecensia
>coneccion
Mátate.
>>7602112
You put the lime in the coconut and you drink it all up
من ما نحنا سغار علمونا نحب القروش لكن أنا ما دايرة قروش قبل شوية رسلت ليهو رصيد ابّا يرد على لمن قلبي واجعني بتمنى يكون كويس
>>7602117
>Ek wonder if eenige iemand hierso kan eintjlik lees wat ek hierso skryf, ek twyfel.
Met moeite. Wel een prachtige taal.
>>7602112
Alas, there exists no orthography of wanking
Do you have the time to be a person or not? I do not. Eleven out of 10 times someone will die. Even if they don't? Yes.
But why fight?
Fight? Why? There was no cause.
>>7602115
Swahili is so melodic
Chińskie forum o bajkach. Kolejny taki wątek. Znowu. Znowu muszę pisać we własnym języku. A angielski znam tak dobrze. Matura. 98%. Stare dzieje. Błękitna plama faluje mi przed oczami kiedy to piszę. Zaraz znowu Anon zapostuje coś o Gombrowiczu. Już całe trzy godziny od ostatniego wątku. Jestem głodny.
I can speak the language, but I can't read or write it, so I'm going to use Google Translate.
خالق هذا الموضوع ، مثل العديد من قبله ، هو شاذ جنسيا ، و يجب أن يكون دائما شاذ جنسيا حتى نهاية الوقت .
>>7602115
fuck off lovecraft
黒舌私の肛門
assa a ingleseTraslitteraChiudi schermo interoԱյնպես որ, այսօր ես սուպերմարկետի պատրաստվում է գնել որոշ պանիր հաջորդ շաբաթ առաջ խանութներում մերձավոր , ստացել է 8 փաթեթներ լավագույն հոլանդացի. Երբ ես սպասում գծի վճարել դրա համար մի տղամարդու իմ առջեւ փլվել , նրա կինը նայեց մեզ եւ ասաց, որ « նա ունի hypoglycemia , մեկը խնդրում ենք ինչ - որ բան , որը պարունակում է շաքար !!" . Ես անմիջապես վազեց քաղցրավենիք բաժնում , որից հետո միայն 1 րոպե ընտրելու , քանի որ ես շտապում , ես գնացի հետ ice- cream Snickers բար եւ վազեց դեպի մատյանում , իմ դողացող ձեռքերով ես ստացել ազատվել է պլաստիկ կափարիչի , i leaned հին տղամարդու, երբ նա դիմել է ինձ : «Ես գիտեմ, որ դուք ...» , - ասաց նա : «Դուք , որ guy է Twitch ... Պահպանեք այն , դուք պետք է այն ավելի ամենայն որ աղի ..."
>>7602288
How is it not steam of consciousness if I wrote the first thing I thought of as I wrote, without stopping
>>7602167
Hedonistische impulsen =meervoud.
Dus "hedonistische impulsen zijn"
Nice feels, zwakke zinsbouw, weinig lyriek.
Proza 4/10. (Also, clichés bud.)
Cuando miro al horizonte, todavia me pregunto, si ella hubiese sabido lo que yo se, las deciciones que tomo hubieran sido las mismas
Rwy'n treulio ffordd gormod o amser ar y wefan hon.
>>7602116
>In one famous scene, a character's journey to the mantelpiece to fetch a pipe is told in over seventy pages.
dudududud doooooo bach sfoooooooow eeeerecunt
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>7602117
>Oh wel. Ek's the boere Nabakov, dit's waar.
kek
post meer Afrikaans aub
>>7602112
ARound circumcised for a realigion conceptualised and birthed by the unbirthableandinconceivable - "he was conceivable though" as one of Shakespeare's most notorious but nonsensical puns what an idiot.
>>7602327
Het is Fries.
>>7602138
fok
>>7602334
zelfde poep andere dag
>>7602275
u should put in the effort to learn arabic writing desu
If you know the words the writing is not too difficult, the letters are simple to get a grasp on
And there's quite a bit of worthwhile arabic literature
>>7602130
Hahaha look at this guy English is his native language haha what a loser I bet hes monolingual haha I bet he takes mirror selfies without a shirt on at his part time job lmao people with part time jobs are just one step above neets
>>7602334
Neen.
>>7602346
Yeah, I really should, would like to be able to read some Arabic literature.
>>7602349
>people with part time jobs are just one step above neets
Two steps above NEETs, one step above wageslaves.
A stream of consciousness
dioporco sti americani che stanno a scrivere stronzate ignoranti in letteratura e qualsivoglia arte immaginativa o sentimentali che sti schifosi illetterati copiano dalle altre culture prima da quella inglese ma in origine altre cristoddio e sti italiani non fanno null'altro se non parlare di figa, porchiddio e calcio porcoddio universo misero e miserabile quando noi abbiamo i più grandi poeti e scrittori italo svevo leopardi dante boccaccio parini calvino e io che cosa sto facendo con la mia vita che altro non faccio se non lamentarmi e sognare ed aspirare a grandi ideali marcescente di fronte alla inelluttabile accidia che mi pasce e ogni mio tentativo di servire l'arte finisce in tragedia e aborto
Someone do it in German because I don't know how to write.
The modern life has given us many great things and many new oppurtunities to expand the mind and the experiences in life, but where is the primal purpose we as animals need?
Where I live, tribalism is scorned, we must move away from that, it is the sign of a savage, but this is where men derive their worth, from groups they can contribute to and feel apart of, the world is already gynocentric and it's killing our men and boys who are demonized for their masculinity
i wanna go home even when i'm home i want to go home
>>7602112
>SoC thread
>thread is filled with proper grammar and punctuation
Want to know how I know /lit/ is just a bunch of bullshitters?
>>7602456
Please tell.
>>7602145
Oper kosu vju led
bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa bunda peito buceta pqp como eu quero comer ela c essa carinha fofa
su kya gov stream of conscious mye na gey ne pay su kya gov baaya be ha chhus shongich kuushish karaan magar parnuk chhum shuok venikyas vani kya kare pate chhane mye pay panin nender te yiyem ne kenh sahal sahal raatas roze hushaar pate shonge treyi baji tot taam agar pare su rozi behtar mye baasaan
>>7602112
I have nothing to say at all really, my soul is a void, I can write lots of stuff but it will be incredibly redundant and there are two guys discussing stuff here iran and donald trump and eee shtaasdf what oh just couldn't quite whatever there for a while and everything counts in large amounts my consciousness isn't very clean or organized I really like dragons a lot and
>>7602515
It's a perfect zero
Never start anything with a reference to how well you know what you're about to write
>>7602421
Lollo dvro
>>7602505
ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável, ta tranquilo, ta favorável,
>>7602112
Apro il thread di 4chan aspettandomi che questo mi porti nuovi Pepe rari, in sottofondo due video aperti di due youtuber che parlano contemporaneamente di sè stessi. Ascolto ascolto e colgo parole, Pepe e youtuber, Wojak mi manca in un certo senso perché era più reale, più piazzato nell'integrità relazionale. Wojak al contrario di Pepe, isolato, solo nel suo disturbarsi masturbarsi mentre fissa i movimenti dei normies da lontano preoccupato unicamente che non si avvicinino troppo, ecco Wojak non è così. Anche Wojak si trova a scandagliare gli altri, e lo fa probabilmente nello stesso timore e tremore con cui si abbraccia l'assurdo di ascoltare due youtuber contemporaneamente, la stessa spinta inconcepibile a cui Pepe ha rinunciato il giorno che ha deciso di barricarsi. Cristoiddio ma tutto ciò ha senso per voi? Ecco, questa è la frase emblema, la corona dei pensieri di Wojak, l'avvicinarsi al primate-lupus-umano e farsi delle domande, chiedendosi Ma sono anche io parte di questa specie? Dovrebbe cercare di comunicare, ma gli brucia ancora dell'ultima volta che ci ha provato, quindi rimane un passo indietro, lasciando che gli altri facciano una mossa. Cominciano a dare fastidio. X su uno. X sull'altro. Perché parlano tanto? Cos'hanno da dire da parlare, gente che si sveglia accende una telecamera parla di un tema scarica il video edita il video si stende nel letto e pensa al giorno successivo dorme e si risveglia nel continuo eterno ritorno degli stessi ritmi abitudinari. Una vita che non vale un baffo vuota riempita di cose che non hanno valore se non intrinseco per chi le fa ma ne acquista per chi le guarda. Wojak è un po' anche questo, si ritrova ad aprire sullo schermo video di persone che gli sono distanti, morte, solo per sentirsi parte di una specie a cui appartiene solo biologicamente, senza i rischi di relazionarsi, troppo principe per accettare il suo destino da rana.
the lovely peppermint of the candle . he hasn't arrived yet. I heard a vaccum cleaner, heh shoegaze. i need to cough . I should clean those coffe stains I need to get better at writing stream of consciousness. I hear something outside is he here yet
>>7602116
>Unfortunately not translated into english
Why.jpg
The fan in this room is really annoying, better to be here mildly disturbed than to be outside I guess. It's cold as fuck, hell, this is pretty comfy. I should really be getting a headstart on that brief I have to give the next day, but I guess I have time later.The fan is a bit bothersome though. Even my feet are reacting to it. I wonder what how my friends up north would react to this weather. They'd probably scoff. What assholes. Whatever. I just got a notification on my phone. I don't care what this person snapchatted me. I should probably delete it anyway. Fuckin hell this fan is really loud. I could tell maintanence about it but they probably won't do shit - hell I know they won't do shit. Quarterly inspections are coming up, I can tell them about it then but they still haven't fixed that thing with my shower yet, so I have don't have hopes really.
>>7602421
Un abbraccio
>>7602117
Afrikaans! Die taal van my volk!
Žēl, ka man nav motivācijas neko darīt. Es nepaspēšu izpildīt visus vajadzīgos projekta darbus. Es esmu vīlies sevī, jo es nevaru pārvarēt slinkumu.
>>7602112
een stroom van bewustzijn
uašo kroz popeo se uz seo na preleto preko rukovao se sa pogledao je u vratio se nazad na i popio vruće mmhm kako se dimio i mirisao slatko bez šećera u vrelog porculanskoj šolji što je dobila od mene kad je još bila fina vratila se tek sa a bili ona sad isto tako meni bili bila bi li? šmrc šmrc gutgutgut aaah idem jebi ga vreme kuukuuu je kuuukuuu da pođem ugrejao sam ne opet sad na ovaj sneg jako je hladno pokliznuću se na neposoljenu zemlju i slomiti se a mogao sam kupiti mekiku usput raješlus mi je a jede mi se nešto masno i sočno pertle au kako ću se izmazati čvor i šal i hajde zagrljaj naopak i čudan svestan sam svega na sebi jako čuno jako poljubac pozdrav idem ćao !
είμαιάρρωστοςείμαιάρρωστοςείμαιάρρωστος
anjo gabriel o que é que você fez anjo gabriel amém
>>7602334
Fries is aanzienlijk moeilijker om te lezen dan Afrikaans
>>7602784
Fries is ook niet te verstaan. Lijkt meer op Oud-Engels dan op Nederlands.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeC1yAaWG34
>>7602112
кypвa cбoгoм тpиcтa тyхли
>>7602112
Mon amour, que ce sont les mélodies auxquelles se mêlent aussi les déchets de la Seine et sur la scène on y joue des rythmes sanglants et brutaux comme l’étreinte sur ton cou et ma langue qui baisait ton cul et les pulsations de ton cœur qui vibrait sur ma main et les ondes de tes cheveux que la lumière démêlait et délesté de l’anxiété existentielle nous avons fait l'amour dans un appartement forte bolchevik de Montmartre et je souhaitais que l'on mate nos ébats brutaux et violents quand mes doigts étaient en toi.
L'ambiance était rimbaldienne et tu as atteins mon sternum à défaut d'avoir mon poignet comme les vers d'Arthur le contait et je comptais t'avoir pour moi mais tu en as voulu ainsi et ici, sur ses rails sordides, se séparent nos chemins et dans un excès impudique j'ai pleuré mais pas toi. Mais pas toi.
>>7602112
o here ah um, postin' a shitey post on fuckin' 4chan. Nae fuckin' point tae this shithole ay a fuckin website fill a' absolute poofs and mad cunts. Ah suppose it passes th' time though.
>>7602117
r u a gril
Deja de poner publicidad, la puta que te pario.
Dale boludo, Dale hacete el canchero la concha de tu hermana forro hijo de mil putas.
Ahi viene ahi viene ferrari ahi viene se va se va dale mamamia dale boludo que tenes artrosis boludo en las piernas
La puta que me parió la puta que me parió quien hizo ese penal pelotudo que forro que forro y la puta que me parió
Pero si hay que ser pelotudo cabecear así la concha de tu madre
Tarado mental como vas a cabecear con la mano ahi
Roman paraguayo y la concha de tu hermana y la puta que te parió
La puta que te parió y la pta que me parió, estas contento walter nelson
Dios mío siempre faltan cinco pal pito, faltan cinco pal pito damela soloaunque sea una jugadora una una una una una
Que forro la concha de mi hermana que forro el defensor
Anda hacele canguro a la concha de tu hermana Cordobes y la reputa madre que te recontra mil pario y la reputa madre que te remil pario j j lopez, aguilar y mi viejo que me hizo hincha del river y la puta que me parió
Carajo
LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE NEGRO DE MIERDA LA PUTA QUE TE PARIO LA PUTA QUE TE PARIO NEGRO DE MIERDA SE IBA FERRARI SOLO NO LO PUEDO CREER NO PUEDO Y QUE MIERDA ES ESTO LO PUEDO ROMPER LA CONCHA DE MI MADRE LA CONCHA DE MI MADRE Y LA PUTA QUE ME PARIO CARAJO
figa che freddo
>>7602668
bijdehandje
>>7602941
Based tano Pasman
>>7602941
suggested title: "NEGRO ENVIDIOSO CUANTAS COPAS TENÉS"
Guten tag myself the whale, screams she, the white witch from behind which they hide and where they cannot be found? WHAT he screams in the dark and his eyes and his veins and their veins dance and pulsate, oops things are on fire - burning burning but the sound does not go no not never go he says and she cannot hear him ,for she cannot hear them either, their's is not an ear they share for here nor there, but there, my dear, perhaps just there. lay it down she says and wrinkles in the touch of my eye. oh she will be soon gone you said to me, and ash fell from your mouth like sand like waterfalls like rainbows and death oh oops again the scream, she breaks herself in the fizz of cereal mornings - awkward? she looks to the lover's makers and the world freezes, oysters quiver like mouse-heart - and forever it goes again and again - to the melting skin - the song of bleach bones and balcony rift
>>7602116
>The two-volume, 800-page story covers a period of only six hours
Oh God
That's even more insufferable than Ulysses
>>7602317
sup cthulu
>>7602652
stulbeni, ar slinkumu nenoliksi pamatskolu!
>>7602421
Sì ma amico, vacci piano con quella sindrome da fiocco di neve.
>>7602421
Fino a metà era ok poi vaffanculo
>>7602325
*tips fedora
>>7602832
>dgw je familie Fries is
>dgw ik en mijn broer geen frys kunnen
voeltslechtman.jpeg
Again. Just doing it again. It was so easy at first, like it always is. But it fell short like it always does. I fell short like I always do. And so soon, too. Cold lips and an empty mouth a thirsty man doth make. And a thirsty man oft drink too deeply. A week without it was such wonderful hell; with, it's just hellacious ignorance. Ignorance is bliss and bliss is divine, no?
Fuck off. I can't believe I'm skipping all my English classes right now to write a thinly-veiled paragraph about my closeted alcoholism on this shitty board. Poorly at that.
I can hear the clock strike two from the bell tower - I should be sitting in Connell's class right now. But the bed and the beer... "It's still syllabus week, whatever, I can afford to skip." Mid-term time comes to pass and I still haven't gotten my ass out of bed.
I should have been a mechanic.
>>7603161
>I should have been a mechanic.
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>>7602112
afaram stoameierl hockt a katz midaram meisal zwischn de zehn i schau hi si schaud her de maus zapplt no de stoamauer keat am lerma lucke i glaub ned dassaran herbst no seng werd gelb ißa
krebs im endstadium
>>7603161
Divine is fine for a time but then do you not feel inclined to grind the rinds and broken spines of cigarette blips, fresh from lips with leaking filter tips into whimpering skin, thin from lack of melatonin and delicious sin? it's top bants m8
>>7603170
oy gevalt
>>7603169
Seriously. I was blinded by AP Lit teachers who were awesome and music scholarships that seemed so lucrative. Four years turning into five for a degree in books. A piece of paper that says "THIS MAN CAN COMPREHEND A LANGUAGE HE WAS BORN INTO AND CAN UNDERSTAND CONCEPTS."
Like most humans, I have hardly any practical knowledge. I googled how to use a plunger. So, obviously, I chose to learn how to play drums for over a decade and get a degree in books. I haven't taken a math class in over five years.
Does anyone remember how to do long division?
But because of shit school district "block schedule" I decided to take band instead of automotive classes because fuck doing something I have loved since childhood, right? Center snare. That's where I decided to be.
Make your parents proud. Go to college. Get depressed. Become a - boarder-line or just in denial? - alcoholic. Develop social anxiety which is no doubt related to lack of scholarly performance. You know, due to my penchant for staying in bed and drinking 40's and tall boys of malt liquor.
I just want a car. Not my shitty Buick which works perfectly fine, is very comfortable, and has never wronged me. No. I want something to satisfy my childhood daydreams of busting knuckles rebuilding engines. Grease-stained jeans and fighting bolts with Brake Clean. Something impractical, loud, uncomfortable, and charismatic.
Instead, here I am in a twin-xl bed with a PBR bottle half-empty and six of their friends.
>>7602421
figa ma siediti
>>7603185
The nicotine fiend in me is driving me insane enough to pack my lip with a dip of snuff. I woke this morning and my bottom gums were done - a quick fix of nic whose spot it could not hit. Inhale, exhale, do not spit.
You got a cig I can bum?
>>7603249
not too shabby m8, this car is a smooth and comfy ride, perhaps build more -
>>7603249
>PBR
consider your story disregarded
>>7603273
Depends on whether you got a bum I can cig, chum. (imagine) frugal tune of goblin pipe, I do so hope your plums are ripe. (contain) yourself
Seht sie an, diese Waldarbeiter, die nicht Deutsch sprechen/ verstehen können. Oh, was für ein grandioses Gefühl, sich einen Grund aufzuschwätzen, weshalb man ein höherwertiger Mensch sein sollte, als alle anderen, mag er auch so banal sein. Meine kümmerliche Existenz nährt sich von durch Arroganz. Die ganze Menschen Deutschschlands, sie leben selbgerecht in den Tag hinein und ruhen sich auf den Taten früherer Zivilisationen aus. Deutschland, das Land der Dichter und Denker. Eine selbstverständliche Sache, zu der ich nie etwas in meinem Leben beigetragen habe. Wie kann man auf so etwas stolz sein?
>>7603275
The best beer is free beer. I'm all about a Russian imperial stout; give me a nice Pipeworks IPA any day. Seriously, if you're in Chicago - and do come by - you really ought to give Pipeworks Brewing a try. But alas, at $10 a bomber or $15 for a four-pack? Not a chance when there's a 12-er of fizzy yellow beer a friend left here.
>>7603274
I've yet to build a car. I've only helped friends fix or modify their cars. I was less of a helping hand and more of "designated wrench bitch." Any experience is good experience, I guess. Oh well. One day, I'll build something worth a second glance.
>>7603293
I can't contain it. My brain rots for want of a little spot of dried leaves and ten million chemicals or however many they say nowadays so kids will stay away.
Marlboro Number Twenty-Sevens.
Selvom jeg nogen gange godt kan lide at gå tur med mine to hunde så bliver jeg stadig temmelig irriteret hvis jeg sidder midt i en film eller i en god læsesession hvor jeg sidder og bliver overvældet af folelser fra den magiske fornemmelse som prosa og god fortælling kan frembringe og så kommer en af mine fucking hunde og bare kigger på mig med dens fucking lortebrune ojne som bare siger kom lad os gå en tur og så ved jeg bare at den kommer ikke til at gå væk lige meget hvor meget jeg råber og skriger og siger at den skal gå over og lægge sig i den kurv så det ender altid med at jeg skal sætte hele mit liv på pause bare for a den kan komme ud og skide og lugte til andet lort men man kan dog godt sige at det er fair på en eller anden måde da den vel også skal have sin underholdning og her er det er min hund har en del tilfældes med den almene reddit-besoger i at de begge kan lide at lugte til lorte fra deres egen slags og de får stor glæde i at lugte og puste til hinandens anus da deres smag er komplet lort.
>>7603323
Metal seams barely seen, handles smoother than dream, if it works its good enough, ideas are nice but cars are tough
but quick avast, do not take fright, only one speed in husk of night is needed once seeded.
Throttle on, you're here to stay
as your mind speeds away
can cars fly too?
>>7602115
Was this supposed to resemble a stream? I'm impressed despite myself.
a stream of consciousness in your native language.
On the brightest and most clear days of the winter in this great city of the north, the chill battles back that illusory notion to step outside and greet the frozen earth and I am forever thankful that the bar has been lowered in this way. Biting the frayed ends of the thread connecting myself and my cohabitants upon this frozen earth I wonder what is the point until I step through the doors where I will again and again pay for the same paper cup of coffee which has taxed my loneliness as long as memory serves, I know that the journey out was all I came for and with the bar thus lowered I am glad to walk back across the neighborhood with the least bit of circulation to my fingers and ears. I hate to leave but always must go and my marbled insides show it like like the age of a felled tree laying gratefully upon the crushed hearth.
>>7603362
The tangible; the real. Isn't that what we are all truly chasing? Wasting time on what we *might* be or what we *think* we see? Seems a bit daft to me.
In real time - bolts and pistons, fuel and fire - the forces of machine align by my hand; just a man taming certainties for a single purpose.
No existential complexity or calamities - Just manipulating this amalgamation of parts... this thing... until it becomes its own being.
Maybe you're right, anonymous friend. Maybe it's the *idea* of the car I love to no end.
I sound like Dr. fucking Seuss at this point. I guess that's just the road I ended up taking. As usual, imitating and never *really* creating.
I like your reply - it's honest and poignant. I feel a bit better about the path I went.
>>7602306
Bedankt lieverd. Wat lees jij zoal?
>>7603393
Not going to reply in a stream - just wanted to say that I really enjoyed reading this.
>>7603355
Det er ikke en særlig hoj pris at betale for betingelseslos kærlighed og usvigelig loyalitet. Hunde har i almindelighed flere af de dyder vi ophojer til noget særligt ved mennesker end vi selv har.
10/10 dyr, legitimt.
>>7603423
thx senpai keep writing
>>7602751
τι έπαθες διkέ μου;
>>7603438
Jeg elsker dem meget, men det er provokerende når jeg er midt i Far Tortuga at de så kommer og slæber mig ud i kulden.
essa quantidade horrível de cachaça te deixou mais perto de alguma coisa acho que não no máximo daquele buraco, a única promessa que vão cumprir provavelmente. não adianta nada nunca adianta tentar explicar em solilóquios e arroubos e floreios verbais todo mundo te vê pelo que você é, um dedo no cu insuportável com o sangue ralo e sujo, voce ocupa os lugares da mesma forma que todo aquele lixo que suas tias suas vós suas mães essas velhas todas apegadas demais às coisas juntam em suas casas com aquele cheiro insuportável de mirra, é isso que voc~e é um bibelô sobrando na estante um dente na roda que trava toda a maquina e já passou da hora de fingir que isso é bonito já passou da hora de ser alguma coisa de ocupar os lugares de não ser mais esse fantasma
>>7602537
>>7602505
t o p
>>7603302
Ich hab nicht mal einen banalen Grund mir einzureden, dass ich besonders bin. Wenigstens bin ich kein Waldarbeiter.
>>7603415
the tang of tangibility is a large price to pay for sensibility,
if you really feel you ought to fix a vehicle
why not make it a train of thought?
jag strider för mitt liv. jag strider mot honom mot stormen och hans ögon, stormens ögen sliter mig åt alla håll och jag blickar bortåt. bort mot skärmen igen till bekväma inten och finner frid stagnation förruttnelse och han ser mig igen och jag slits bort än en gång från min bekvämlighet in i stormens hjärta med åskans buller i min mage och ögonen. ögonen som alltid återvänder och alltid
This has honestly turned into a pretty interesting free-writing thread for me as the clock ticks arrhythmically against my watch and I still haven't gotten out of bed. It's 4:18 PM here in the frigid and barren wasteland of Monmouth, Illinois. Nobody knows where that is. I'd be shocked if you knew where that is. Even though people always nod in the affirmative when I ask if they heard of that shit.
A friend texted me. I said I'd visit him, but I doubt those plans will come to fruition.
Eigenlijk is ze heel lelijk. Ik kan er doekjes om winden tot ik een ons weeg, maar ze is een akelige verschijning: hoekige vormen, mager-lang gestalte, ingevallen gezicht... Ik moet minuten tobben om ook maar één punt van schoonheid te benoemen. Ik geef je zo een A4'tje met haar verachtingswaardige manieren en uiterlijke kenmerken.
Kijkt ze dwaas uit haar ogen. Ze is passief, ijdel; een verwaande trut; nergens goed voor. Ze komt van goeden huizen.
Op school was ze de slimste en hier is ze de slimste. Op school wilde niemand met mij omgaan omdat ik te nerveus was om ook maar één goede zin te formuleren. Zij was zo kil en hautain dat iedereen haar en der scherpe woorden –vaak nog scherper dan haar vormen- graag vermeed.
Toch zal ik van der moeten gaan houden; van een afstand, stilletjes haar walgelijke wezen moeten beminnen.
a verdade é que sou um lixão humano um azedume daqueles ator de pantomina perdido no tempo interpretando uma coisa ignóbil num palco de travestis dançantes em estacas cintilantes sendo iluminadas por estrobos cambiantes ah que mulherada louca de deus se percebo bem noto os detalhes me atenho às minúcias nem parecem lá sabe mulheres bem daquelas parecem mais umas coisas estranhas com uns amalares uns reptéis chafurdando em alguma solução aquosa estranhamente elaborada para conter esse tipinho rastejante quá-quá-quá eu ando por aí pensando neles naquelas coisinhas ridículas que vivem na noite gargalho sem igual sim é o que faço pois rir é uma dessas coisas que nada se perde quando se faz mas escuta bem deixe-me perguntar quantas vezes é fale-me a bem da verdade por favor que fez uma tramoia para cair na cama dessas senhoras impúdicas
>>7603538
Trains are another passion of mine. Freight train graffiti, to be specific. I don't write, I just bench. I don't paint, I just take pictures. They're rolling pieces of art. They're nomadic and seeing them still and static is incredible. Their gigantic and you don't understand it until you stand up to a box car and your hands caress the paint streaks from legends like Freight Bandit.
Monikers. They're what the hobos used to do so they could communicate with other freight hoppers when they would catch out.
Some people just write. Others live the nomadic lives of their predecessors - the train's life. It's neat knowing in Ohio to Ontario and all these places these million ton monsters roam, bearing the marks of those seldom few folks who find home in their freedom to roam.
So who am I but a man who cannot help but to personify machines and the means with which others can accesses them by? Do I just live vicariously through those who possess something I feel is impossible to attain, saving hundreds of pictures of cars and freight trains as a symbol of my lack of freedom?
Probably.
I wish I learned to be a mechanic. I could have been able to go out to freight train layups whenever and be free to flick pieces and monikers and tags on reefers and stackers and box cars and drive my car that's beaten and broken and mine to keep well.
But instead, I'm posting here in this /lit/ thread, three hours later.
>>7603640
And boy, isn't it swell
>>7603640
Also, I forgot to mention, Jack London mentions monikers in some of his work. Pretty interesting read.
http://london.sonoma.edu/writings/TheRoad/hoboes.html
The picture is from someone named "Deuce Seven" aka 27 or just Deuce sometimes. Most of the time, writers have one name or character they write or draw or scribe, but Deuce Seven just has a style all his own and it's unmistakable.
I swim through the books to reach the bay. The bay of biscay. Sweet solid sordid waters rivet and ribbet around my thigh.
Sweet child sweet chilli a book of Chaucer would do me fine. Fine fine tell me the time the time of which I die. Bill Nye.
Polybius King, Macedonia Sing, Upon this Child of mine.
Sing song sang ping rape of Nanking
Saudi scum iranian fun under the dark blue sun
Fun run can cum out of a magpie's arse
pat twice curled up thumbs under the rift of the shirt and two fingers twiddling through the rift in the ripped threads, three threads and one looped and spiraled around each finger and stitching up each hand, cats cradling in clap motion until hands strapped together and fingers and palms lashed together threads down deep deeper degloved until threads & threads reglove
>>7602381
you can't write and read in your native language??
Olhei pela janela e vi uma banheira japonesa, tal banheira chamada de "Corolla". O carro em questão é do vizinho, conhecido corno da vizinhança. Fico imaginando como deve estar o tamanho da buceta daquela ex-esposa dela, mostrando as vergonhas para um mecânico falho.
Eu não gosto de Corollas.
I'm full of shit and I know it.
I pull out my dick and you blow it.
>>7603707
Uma breve explicação: o Corolla em questão simboliza a vagina da ex-esposa do vizinho. O fato de avistar o carro simboliza o estado cuck do vizinho, já que eu (um macho) avistei uma vagina (o carro).
Quando digo que não gosto de Corollas, quis dizer que não gosto de bucetas. O negócio aqui é pinto.
>>7602112
To the website is went. The unknown hacker. The Ann Coulter. Flowing, swiklingly through unkempt shores to shoals. The shiteposting continues to help them. Those who cry of applying oneself to a distinct past. Turning. As I look down the road, I know they're good at heart. Old, cold warriors on trial. Why must it continue though to devaluate the bazaar? Why must all slaving slashes sooth for a solution? Why mustn't the kinfolk return to the mother, the land return to the worker's hands? Must we all forsake a bond of a community to combat the Red peril? Outside, the trees grow dim. Unearthly light crowds around the centerpiece of mankind to die another day, to harbour its brood. On the seaside, lays a dead walrus or perhaps narwahl to proclaim of the current end times and end state. Ten Chinamen would probably sing the end verses of the Koran to appease such a great constriction - is gone. The rats continue their steady progress to knaw the bread and circuses.
slurgle around three washes, teeth washes through the saline soda pop top slid through everyone arms and their body coated in cracked caps cracked rat pinch your mouth so your teeth's out for the touching, split your lips caked in your body's bloodflows slit fingers lingering vinegaurd each leg-of-hers, stacks of calluses pinch it while your waiting down there
Chtěl bych se ponořit hluboko, hluboko, hluboko do ticha své osamělosti. Klidně shnít - budiž, stejně tak učiníme všichni. Mám pocit, že vrásky v koutech mých očí mi byly vytesány neznámými lidmi. Že je to jen způsob, jak si mě připodobnit k obrazu svému. Vytesávají do mne své básně a svá přání, a já jen stárnu.
>>7603702
Nope, ever since I moved countries I stopped having to need to read and write Arabic, so I only had to use English which I was already fluent with (for the age I was at the time).
A única realidade que existe é aquela dentro da minha própria mente. Estamos sozinhos nas nossas cabeças. O mundo exterior pode e, muitas vezes, é distorcido pelos sentidos. Dessa forma, a ideia do "duvido, logo existo" parece ser o único bloco concreto imutável da minha existência.
இவனோட பேர் என? இவன் அசக் பணிதான் இடி இபோ, நரியா இல்லை. எங்க ந சுல்ரித?tfw illiterate and had to transliterate it
>>7602537
aqui ta tranquilo também, parsa
Ik ben moe. Ik heb zo veel werk te doen, maar ik doe niks. Ik wil dood gaan.
el subte es nuestro
me compre un subte en la consesionaria de subtes
estaba de oferta
me venia con chofer y dos estaciones
uno en la linea A
uno en la linea C
lo llebo al lavadero de subtes
lo llebo al mecanico de subtes
lo llebo al lubricentro de subte
lo llebo al taller para subtes
lo llebo a todos lados porqe es mi subte y me lleba a todos lados
en las autopistas tubieron qe abrir un carril especial para subtes
porqe soy la unica persona qe tiene un subte y estoy tan felis
>>7602941
que mierda es esto lo puedo romper???
>>7604489
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9oph_0AFCw
Kill me please
Bem conforme eu vou lendo aqui as coisas vão ficando bastante doidas. De qualquer jeito, já que é pra escrever uma corrente de consciência acho melhor usar daquelas de metal e não de plástico, já que é mais duradoura, não? Acabei de ver um filme sobre um cara que bate muita punheta e come muitas putas, foi interessante mas acho que nem tanto quanto falam. Perceba o novo J-LIST em 2016!! Me diz esse site de merda, com o qual não quero nada além de vazar dele. Fico meio envergonhado de escrever aqui, temo que meu português não é tão bem escrito quanto o dos outros, mas que se foda, é pra escrever merda então escrevo mesmo.
>>7602133
srsly, who reads greek these days
>>7604207
Não é fluxo de consciência. Próximo.
>>7602112
Fuck me. Joyce looks fucking awesome in this picture.
Por favor no me leas, soy unas letras desnudas de una mente desnuda. En realidad no sé qué escribir. Si supiera qué escribir quizá tendría una mente lúcida o con ideas preconcebidas para cada día. Pero diré que yo te amaba, maldita perra.
I actually find it rather interesting how I find myself in front of my laptop browsing 4chan, plus other dumb, repetitive twitterers/tumblers/bloggers/normiebookers/etc. etc. that say the exact same things with different words in different combinations, every damn day even though I no longer enjoy this lifestyle and haven't for years.
Suicide scares me but I find myself toying with the thought of hanging myself. Lately anyway, if I can consider the last few months "lately." Nothing I do gets off the ground. I no longer live, I merely exist. Why am I even writing this? I've done other things like this. I have a writing assignment due tomorrow that would take ten minutes to finish up and a second one that might cost me an hour of my life. Why do I continue to type? Why can I not drag myself to do things other than the recreational activities that have been my life's holding pattern for the past seven years.
I graduated in 2013 and it is about two years since then. I told myself I would take a break and do fuck all for a month and here I am still wasting my life with month 59 being burned away. I know what I need to do.
I know what I need to do if I want to be happy. I need to get up right now, just close this window and never type boards.4chan.org/whatever/catalog again. I need to get up right now, pick up the dumbbell that I see across the room sitting on the carpet, and lift for a minute or two just so I can slow the entropy of my muscles. I need to get up and pee because I masturbated half an hour ago to a video on /gif/ of some rich woman being anally raped for a second time even though outside of states of arousal I find such things generally disconcerting and repulsive. I want to make things, I want to complete work, I want to find a job and not be stuck in the grad school I enrolled in because I don't know what the fuck I want to do with my life and I was promised scholarship money if I enrolled. Instead it is past midnight and I am doing the same thing that I have been doing to have ``fun'' for the past ten years. Read ero-manga and rape porn and fap. Read weird political bullshit from crackpots and feel depressed because our world is fucked. Lurk the social media accounts of people, the few people I know, and feel depressed.
I'm typing this because I am deluding myself into thinking that this will be the big break from my past, that when I hit submit I will magically be freed from all of my old habits, that a weight will be lifted and I will have no problem spending ten hours a day doing work. Instead I am worthless, I am good for nothing, I am a fucking parasite, I feel like I kind of want to cry now but if I do so I'll probably wake my parents upstairs and we'll have to have a big fucking discussion and I don't want to have to go through the mental health system again.
Sorry for blogging.
Sin siquiera intentarlo entiendo que nunca lograre escribir para vivir. He aceptado mi monotonía a tal punto que prefiero sobrellevar esta ruta, aun me quedan dos vidas, ¿cierto?
I ache, im sick, i wont let myself recover, am i doomed? Is the only guarantee in this life MY thoughts and MY actions? Do we live in a philosophy of the guaranteed, Maybe those who judge me are in just as dire circumstances as I, yet rather than search there own concious experience, choose to analyze mine? Does my conciousness or (soul?) Radiate at greater intensity??? Or am I a pathetic snake slithering in and out of a bottle to mask my childlike anxiety, Sometimes I think I am loosing my mind, the multitude of different dnd individual human personalitys seems to overwhelm me. My anxiety is at the forefront of my reality, my experiences with others are often clouded by it, i have writing style, I cannot pinpoint my own thoughts and express them, I need a valium, winge winge winge, DESPITE THIS, i drink And like a phoenix rising from the ash my insatiable thirst for the poisin floods my burnt out senses
Пoмoги мнe
Le francais n'est pas ma langue natif, mais j'aime ecrire en francais parce qu'il a une maniere eloquent. Words carry a distinct meaning. It's unfathomable to surmise just how man became so apt at interpreting these things. And for what purpose?
I mean you may say that it was my fault, at the time, that's not fair, but then this relies on the assumption, and how exactly I am in relation to same, and whereabouts I am in it, I say I am entangled in it, I say I am bound right up to the bung, I am choking beneath, that would paint it as a villain, which is pleasant for the speaker, as it were, but not for the assumption, I may say presumption, also, I choose one phrase over the other, for resonance, the other, what was it, it pops, it must be too harsh, for the chamber, but the beginning, to swing in on a breath, an assumption fares far better, and when I have what words to spare, Oh, two women behind me, they've frightened me, the voices, that's what they are, I have begun to wrap myself down with voices, they coalesce, in a great pool, dim, pale, I perceive, but perhaps then they inhabit the yellow lamplight in the rain ahead of me, and about me, falling, slightly, I cannot be certain of the rain, it seems without colour, but were my eyes better, were my eyes finer tuned to gleams and dreary lights such as these, the women are far behind me, I confess, they fall behind, I trudge on, all the more quickly to be away from the entangling of their lips and small eyes and brunette, oh, I fumble, about the others, at their feet, perhaps, perhaps they kick me, perhaps they beat me like a dog, when I get too near, and I am too stupid to ever retain the memory, regardless, always regardless, Oh, I have entirely lost myself, the rain, the voices, I say that there are voices, when none remain but my own, and I am one man inclined towards paranoia, suspicions beyond concrete wisdom, it is plausible they never - no, I concede nothing, I retain nothing, that way, I must say one thing, not mean another by it either, I must say and mean the same, simultaneous, but then might meaning not travel at a different pace, it seems, it has always seemed sluggish to me, so there is a delay, and the delay also between when I find concept to react to, the voices, rain, pools, gleams, where did I get gleams, moving on, quite quickly I confess, No, I confess nothing, I am without supplications, as it were, I have all I need, so that is that, no more grovelling, I say that there is in an interim between the approach to perception, or, no, how you say, it as I perceive it, which is dependent firstly on the approach of the sense, which reaches me, brushes off me, I feel out, I make muted objects, I say that they are soft, but that does not necessarily mean that they are not hard or sharp at any point, my observations make no difference as to their true nature, I know this, so I say I make muted existences with my hands, and, upon feeling them, then it seems that I perceive them, I react, internally, then externally again, and between each journey there is invariably that same interim, I say then that I am the interim, I say that then, further on, I am the wake of my thoughts, of my thinking, I am that interim, then, I must
Para bailar la bamba para bailar la bamba up necessito una poca de gracia para bailar la bamba para bailar la bamba para bailar la bamba
>>7602112
I'm presently writing a short story with the hopes that it will attract the attention of Regina Spektor, with the greater hope that she will allow me the opportunity to fulfill the dream every man harbors in his soul, to be with the perfect woman. Of course, there is much to be done for such a thing to be accomplished, but it begins with a fictional confession and then fate must intervene lest it be in vain, but it likely won't be in vain as I am assured at least the satisfaction of completing another short story. That seems to be all that is in my caffeinated mind--caffeinated despite the hour being one past midnight--but does a man need more; can a man need more than the goal that occupies his mind assuming the form of Regina Spektor only so that it may appear as something as opposed to the general obscure shape that it holds when it regresses to default, greatness. Indeed greatness is that which motivates every act, but a lofty inspiration I cannot but think may be deleterious when it is the sole object that occupies the mind, but here we are at a sort of crossroads for the left leads to acknowledging that such a fixation is indeed madness and ought to be remedied by perhaps estrangement from isolation and a continual state of brooding while the right leads to the conviction that a man need nothing else in his mind but lofty aspirations, that anything that falls short of lofty goals and ideals is trivial and not only so, but debasing to man and his potential. Who is more pitiable, more wretched to the mind: the man whose mind is occupied by the trivialities, the banalities that constitute what suffices to produce only a mediocre man--e.g. payments, appointments, external obligations, sports outcomes-- or one who is fixated, even mad, with one thought, one idea that he strives for despite of what surrounds him, IN spite of what surrounds him and who is prepared to altogether collapse if that is what he must suffer so long as there is the slightest hope that he will achieve his lofty aim? To my mind of course, the latter is infinitely more admirable and indeed such men are the winners of my love, but does this bias exist as a justification for my own fixation or as the result of a higher, refined understanding that impels me to strive for the stars as opposed to the worldly which has no more to offer than women who are not Regina Spektor? I cannot know when it comes down to such scrutiny where I stand but when it comes to such scrutiny I do what I know, regress to simply acknowledge that my manner yields satisfaction and I am content with satisfaction alone and thus I justify it all but it likely won't be long until another woman comes along to challenge my self-imposed irreproachability, however the last one I still cannot decide whether to consider with solemnity or a laugh for her reproaches came only after I ruined her while her love came prior, so is the love or reproach to be taken; naturally, I decide on the former.
>>7602112
Poop with a hey and Anny hey and a Poopy Hey oh Anne goes on a ride and Anne goes on a motorcycle and a hey and anannynannyayyyy.
Dieu
Das Universum besteht nach Heisenberg nur aus Wahrscheinlichkeiten, Unbestimmtheiten und Ungenauigkeiten. In der klassischen quantnphysik beziehen sich diese auf Ort und Impuls eines Teilchens. Mir erschloss sich hingegen kürzlich die Möglichkeit der unvollständigen Existenz. In jenem Modell, welches vorraussetzt, dass das Integral der normalisierten Aufenthaltswahrscheinlichkeit eines Teilchens nicht zwangsläufig immer 1 sein muss ergeben sich Masse und Energie eines Teilchens einzig und allein aus dessen sogenannter Existenzwahrscheinlichkeit. Die Existenzwahrscheinlichkeit bezeichnet einen komplexen Wert zwischen -1ijk und 1ijk der eine Aussage darüber trifft, wie Wahrscheinlich die Existenz eines Partikels an einem Bestimmten Ort, zu einer bestimmten Zeit mit einem bestimmten Impuls ist.Das Quaternial Summierte Integral aller Werte bestimmt die Energie eines Teilchens und damit auch dessen Masse. Zudem ergibt sich durch die Hyperkomplexe Struktur des Partikels die Notwendigkeit Raumzeit-Koordinaten vom Hilbertraum in den Realen Raum zu übertragen und erklärt damit eine zwangsläufige Expansion des selben.
>>7605057
Mok'ta vor Kash a'VEH Denlb Qatlh
>>7605057
>>7604477
ben jij mij
>>7604747
Пoмoг тeбe зa щeкy, пpoвepяй.
Kes ei tea, et öö sööb kasse, see pole kunagi peale ühte üleval olnud, kõik müra ärritab inimese sisemist kõrva/silma sunnib vaatama valet poole teed ületades, tehes silmsidet autojuhiga, kes viimasel hetkel ka ära ei pööraks, et sind vältida, iga hetk läheb heli kõvemaks, kuni tunned et seisad jäääärel tühjusele vastu vaatamas, tegelikult ei ole ühelgi sõnal selles jutus tõde taga, lihtsalt tunnen puudust oma kassist ja kõigest muust, mis jäi ammu maha kui otsustasin, et elan ilma mõjuva põhjuseta, aga ka ants leidis põhjata kübara, et petta vana paganat.
>>7602112
O du fördärvade monstrum från Hades svartaste vrår! Varför ger du mig ingen ro? Vad har din skapare gjort för att förtjäna denna plåga? Du utrycker din tacksamhet genom att dräpa min bror, och få min syster ställd inför rätta och dömd till döden. Jag som gett dig livet åter. Varför ska min vilja att göra mig till herre över livet leda till blodspillan? Varför ska oskyldigas liv offras på framgångens altare? Är det för att livet är en sjukdom att återhämta sig från, som Sokrates så tydligt säger i Faidon? Om detta är fallet, säg mig då, varför lever du om inte för att plåga mig? Du hyser detta agg mot den man som lagt livets förbannelse över dig, ändå klamrar du dig likväl fast vid det likt en skeppsbruten vid sin livbåt. Du grymma best! Du är inte bara en samvetslös mördare, utan en hycklare också. Om det är döden du söker ska jag se till att du får din vilja igenom!
Fuck me Joyce looks awesome in that picture I don't know the taps of my phone while I type in not a robot for I am a man you see I wonder what my sister will be doing 1 2 3 4 5 the year is anew you see the girl must dine with us for the spoil of a comrade is one not worth noting the Plato's dialogue of the allegory of a cave with Socrates demonstrates cultural marxism
>>7602221
Szép. Most én is a pinádra gondolok.
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
WIR SCHAFFEN DAS
Oder doch nicht? Wie lang bis der nächsten Anschlag? Sie demütigen and vergewaltigen unsere Frauen. Sie kacken auf unser Kultur. Und Silvester war nur der Anfang. Sieht, wie gefährlich diese Menschen sind wenn sie sich in der Mehrheit fühlen.
Habt ihr wirklich gedacht das so was funktioniert? Millionen von Menschen unkontrolliert über der Grenze zu winken? Und wie lang hat der Media rumhantiert mit der Zahl 800.000? Nun sind Millionen sind auf dem Weg, um ein Stück vom Kuchen abzubekommen.
>>7605100
im going to continue this post for that I am sad that someone said I wrote bad it seems like the noise cat probably in kitchen where I put blue spits on the cup when I looked no it red but I believed it was a blue drink yes i want to play chess but I don't have any motivation to do so Tolstoy is a hack I like Dostoyevsky better
>>7605099
Ganska poetiskt... lite så där.
du spelar samma roll som en våg på vattenytan i systemet som är vårt universum
konflikt är den bästa vägen att sätta sig i kontakt med det oändliga
din kropp kommer inte blir mer än gödsel utan en grav
rollen du spelat i arkonernas spel gör dig till en av evighetens attritbuter
där mening inte längre defineras av handling utan av medverkan
>>7605177
Ännu mer poesi. Jag tror du har nåt din peak med dessa rader. Eller har då bättre rader?
>>7605262
Jag är inte samma kille
men tack känns bra att vara bättre än någon på internet
>>7602112
ah man, this is bare long, where's that road man at? might as well have a rolly while I wait for that long arse melt. I can't be arsed with this.
>>7603355
>norska
>första raden innehåller "gå tur"
Portuguese is an awful language and everything written with it sounds plebby.
>>7602112
Så jag satte mig ned och blossade cigarillen i en enda rörelse det var kanske en 20 år sedan jag först prövade att röka vass - någonting som är ännu dummare än vad det är - men det har jag lämnat bakom mig fan där skavde kalsonglinningen uh rätta till mig oj pungen småsvettigt i April trots att det fortfarande finns snö i skuggorna men det är ganska kul att se solen bränna bort snön kanske resa på sig och sparka ut lite snö på asfalten för att se den försvinna snabbare än cigarillen.
>>7602298
>So today I'm going to the supermarket to buy some cheese shops close earlier this week, the Dutch got the best 8 packages. When I was waiting in line to pay for a man collapsed in front of me, she looked at us and said "she has hypoglycemia, someone asks you for something that contains sugar!" I immediately ran to the candy section after only 1 minute to vote, because I'm in a hurry, I went to the register and ran into the ice- cream Snickers bar, I got rid of my trembling hands a plastic cover, i leaned an old man when he turned to me: "I know you ..., "he said." You're the guy from Twitch ... Keep it up, you need it all the more salt ... "
Beautiful
>>7605375
Oh, pobre plebeu.
Não conheces teu idioma e devido a essa ignorância latente em teu comentário, diz que tudo que sai na folha de um papel nessa língua é como se saísse da boca de um nordestino.
Não é bem assim. Sê eloqüente e chega de papo furado.
>>7605379
Ok lite Bukowski vibbar över det... meningslös tillvaro i västerländskt land och ingen ork att skapa egen mening.... ok ok.... det känns som om gud är lång borta härifrån. Skönt att vara ledig
>>7605375
Hahahahahahahaha...Obrigado, estava precisando rir um pouco.
>>7602167
jammer :(
>>7602112
Uske hisab sey mene kuch niya kiya tha, seedha uper se nichay girgke, nachkey zameen taak chai ka cup ko lipait ke pait mein.
Telah ku lihat bebenang di sesawang ini yang serta merta membuatku terpanggil untuk menaip beberapa kerat ayat yang terdetik di dalam benak mindaku. Sudah lama aku tidak menulis dalam bahasa ibundaku oleh itu seperti kekok rasanya. Harap rakan serumpun lihat coretanku ini lalu membalasnya. Sejenak aku berfikir adakah ini berbaloi untuk ditaip dan adakah betul tatabahasaku yang sudah lama kutinggalkan? Daku tidak tahu menahu lagi.
Overdreven taferelen lijken de visie te belemmeren, terwijl overhaast het eindeloze geraas haar symphonie doet door de strotten douwt van de omstanders, die klagen over de violen, niet wetende dat ze zelf de strijkstokken dragen.
>>7603034
muļķības, pamatskolu ar slinkumu var pabeigt tīri labi
t. zinātājs
Znałeś moje imię, ale nie wiedziałeś, skąd jestem. Twoja strata. Mijają lata, a ja rosnę w siłę: więcej, sprytniej, szerzej, w bardziej wyrafinowany sposób, niczym przyczajony tygrys na skraju polskiej polnej drogi, niczym samotny podróżujący w samolocie easyJet, niczym ta jedna osoba w czarnej bluzie na kalifornijskiej plaży, ładunek wybuchowy in spe, czekający na iskrę ognia.
Może jest to mrzonka miernoty, zagubionej w cnotliwych porywach lat minionych. Jedynie pragnienie zniszczenia większego niż to, jakie ofiaruje religia, bo materialnego; destrukcji; przewrotu. A może tylko nadzieja na maleńką apokalipsę, na odwagę umożliwiającą desperacki akt sprzeciwu, akt woli - on doprowadzi mnie do pozycji, w której wchodzę do pokoju, wszytkie oczy na mnie, moje oczy patrzą w twoje oczy, i twoje, i twoje - was wszystkich - i moje źrenice rozszerzają się, ale zanim narodzi się w was płonna nadzieja, ja zaczynam się nieopanowanie, brutalnie, śmiać.
>>7602125
Jajaja, qua mala ortografía
>>7605535
>mijn gezicht wanneer
Eu nunca vou encontrar algo que realmente me sustente feliz por tempo necessário. Sempre vou continuar com essa mentalidade de que se trabalhasse duro o suficiente cairia em paixões com o que faço. Puta merda porque me falta coragem pra fazer isso? Porque fico com esses feelings de guilta me paralizantes? Sou um folgado de bosta que merece a situação deprimente. Não, claro que não. Não mudaria nada se eu trabalhasse mais, continuaria um bosta, o que me falta é uma alma mais hábil, um dom que eu pudesse exercer e aprimorar. Não há nada em mim assim sublime. Fico parecendo todo realista, como se eu entendesse alguma bosta , mas só sou um chupador de galo teenager. Não, só estou querendo ser cheio de bordas. Minha vida é quite good e sou único e já conquistei muita coisa e vou conquistar ainda mais. Por mais que eu pareço sofrer mais que todo mundo pra fazer as coisas eu sempre me exponho em situações de risco aonde eu cresço e conquisto algo. Talvez eu não precise focar em algo, só continuar rolando nesses barrancos e eu vou chegar em algum lugar bom. Ai eu vou sentir algo bom. Ai não vou precisar ficar assim tentando achar sentido em qualquer ideia bostinha de jovem bordado.
I sängen jag vaknar
Undrar om jag lever
Plötsligt, Sverigetråden jag saknar
Sitter det Anons och brever?
Öppnar tråden och skriver min post
Brevar om drömmen jag drömde
Alla Anons ger sin bästa roast
Och så drömmen jag glömde
Men flickan var ju så ljuv
Och Anon sårar mina känslor
Är jag en patetisk skattetjuv
Som bara tänker på jäntor?
Drömmen sakta bortåt försvinner
Anon bara skrattar i form av en groda
Mot drömmen jag kämpar, springer
Han kallar tjejen i drömmen en hora
Varför gör dem så?
Varför gör dem så?
En natt i Augusti.
Hah, pensa un po': sto procrastinando la lettura di Ulysses. D'altronde ero venuto qui proprio per cercare un qualche riassunto, ma-
Kill ze Jewz!
Sieg Heil!
Però che palle. Io volevo gustarmelo, capirlo, fare l'intellettuale vero che sa le cose e le spiega agli altri con nonchalance dato che non sanno neanche che tali cose esistono e magari prendere pure ispirazione e invece mi ritrovo qui a non leggerlo manco per un cazzo e cercare su wikipedia i riassuntini- dannato inglese scolastico. Che poi i libri li si leggono quando se ne ha voglia, c'è un tempo per leggere e un tempo per vivere, e quindi se uno deve leggere un libro o si accontenta delle robe schifosette facilitate o si legge i libroni che non finirà mai ma di sicuro, e che palle di nuovo 2 la vendetta; che poi una lingua o la si sa o non la si sa, e se non la si sa e la si vuole sapere si va nel posto dove si parla la lingua, e non c'è bisogno di impararla per materie- fottuto tedesco che ho la sufficienza eh ma che peso comunque, anche se come lingua mi piace, la trovo interessante, ma come materia mi fa proprio merda.
das znacht isch eifach nid würkli toll gsi i sött äuä mou go d chuchi mache aber es schnägglet mi ziemlich a viellicht dueni zersch no chli umehange wenn nur de rafi nid die ganz ziit wür umestürme das närvt ächt gewaltig de ganz tag wott er nüt als tablet luege kei fantasie und fräch wiene more kei ahnig wasi mit däm typ söu mache so chas jedefalls nid wiiter goh.
How was your play everyone she knows it was as grand as the walls that confine us and their gaping faces produce just as grand a wall of sound in answer to the clouds thunder and i feel the burden of time without the sweet hymn to lock eyes with and it is time for rest now so grab your helmets everyone as cursed devices cannot contain my exploration if i select the numbered eleven helmet for this one is disabled and i always manage first pick by careful positioning as the clouds roll in and we all lie on wooden planks worn smooth from sighs and tosses and turns as minutes comes to pass i pretend to sleep and wait for the hymn to quiet down and i reach out to grasp its hand and pray for its acceptance and it speaks lotus do you want to hold hands and i do and that is why im holding your hand but i cant possibly form any words and its okay so you never explore and neither do they and its only through my wandering around the endless grass field that i find true accomplishment as i see only walking headless corpses refusing to stop their daily lives for they cannot see a thing past the dirt of their faces left abandoned below their feet and why am i alone in this field when its wind ripples the tops of grain or how i ride the breeze to and from this school and firmly i find myself drawn to an area of the field lower than all the rest which i discover a halfway exposed chest not yet birthed from the ground that requires a certain key to unlock which no doubt contains the most valuable treasure ill ever find but forward and back and all around there is nothing more to see and so the chance of ever finding the key seems at first unlikely but a single ray shining far out begs for my patience as i push through the stems of grass and past stalks of reed and into bushes and between slim trees paced with roots walking in mud until the light has disappeared and i find myself exhausted from staying so far below a flood of mist that obscures all the towering trees and my enslaved flesh collapses against a trunk as wide around as i am found tall or lying down beneath the cool and smoothed surface my cheeks seek love and within seconds i am brought to a deep state of awareness as nothing feels the same as any other thing when one is sitting still and barely i emit the sightly particles needed to study my own health as a young lotus sprouts from my stomach and my clothing as if hot metal and flakes of ash build a naval base as the petals emerge spiralling outward from a bulb so perfectly arranged and they continually die and give birth to yet more when soon an infinitude of their fair forms establish a sphere that takes in all what little visibibility i have kept safe from the distant pale twin hidden on top of this land that searches for the returning glow of my skin and ah you are lost?
Knick knack
Paddy whack
I am all alone.
Zip zop
Fap fap
Wanking kills my bone
Hughmeister fenniewaster wassa witll tetter-tottered if ye carch me dinnegan
Two minutes until I go. On the dot. Boss won't approve. Not that there's much he approves of. Should I have written three minutes to go? Not true, but two sounds cliché. Two minutes to midnight and all that.
One minute. Typing this makes it look like I'm putting out something productive before I leave. Boss still won't approve. Not that it should matter, I produce results. I already work longer hours than most people. Fuck this industry for promoting working 'hard' meaning long hours.
Time's up.
först vill jag bara tacka dig för att du lyssnar läser detta lyssnar läser DETTA men det du verkligen bör göra är att bara ta all skit du har och kasta ut det på gatan och låta det brinna för du måste förstå att inget är verkligt förutom DU jag finns inte och inte de andra som svarar på detta finns bara du i total våg med sjuka fuktiga fuktigt sjuka jagjagjagajag som återupprepas återupprepas återupprepas återupprepas återupprepas och även fast du vill bli din illusion så stannar vi här och bara SKITER NER tråden och kastar bort den korta tiden du har bara dödar den med SKIT haha dödade tråden skratta haha aa gör det till din väg haha aa till allt bara skratta haha aa total självgodhet I misslyckande och oändlig arkadisk sarkasm den totala självförnekelsen utplåningens idiosynkrasi sprunget ur ett döende LOGOS i det gränslösa utrymmet i kubens och sfärens rationella rymd sprunget av DET kommer tidernas banor och ödets trådar visa den rättfärdige fredens härskare mysteriet börjar aldrig här och slutar aldrig fraktalens kraft ger allt form enligt den ursprungliga syntax error den aktuelle som skapar ur inget det urpotentiella som vi i tidens barm kom ifrån tiden kan böjas och sträckas men se till att böja din aktuella tid till din idiosynkrasi njut av din egna resa det är konsten av zen var du var mig var allt
fred
>>7603590
>Op school wilde niemand met mij omgaan omdat ik te nerveus was om ook maar één goede zin te formuleren
:(
Treurig, maar herkenbaar.
Al chile Cisnes ni son tan chidos, son como la jodida División de la Alegría pero con ese sabor pretencioso de los nuyorkers. He querido darles chance por eso de los memes de /mu/ pero ya me aburrieron. Por otro lado "Canasta de Cuentos Mexicanos" está sabrosillo.
>>7606074
Bra skit.
Mitt försök.
Handen fylld med Adams synd torka bort det innan det torkar. Såja mannen innan kvinnan mannen utan kvinnan. Tredje och fjärde moseboken var det som först nämnde det har jag för mig du skall ej väta öknens torra stenar med din avlidna avkomma en hädelse mot den Allsmäktige han är trots allt Allseende han måste stå ut med att se mycket jävla snusk varje dag. Stoppa tillbaka den och dra upp den och spänn fast den med ett klinkklankklingande av metall mot läder och metall mot metall klinkklankkling. Gör dig själv oren. Hädelse mot Hans åsyn. Måste verkligen sluta andra tredje gången idag hallå mitt namn är Niklas och jag är beroende klappklappklappklapp väldigt modigt att du berättar det är det någon annan som vill dela med sig? Hej mitt namn är Lars och jag har varit ren i tre månader och fjorton dagar klappklappklappklapp. Gå till toan och spola ner det ka-klunk-ffffffsssrsrsrssrsrsrssruuuuuursrrrrrsshhhhuuurrr spolar ner en del av mig själv rakt ner i avloppet farväl till er ofödda farväl jag är ledsen men farväl farväl jag hoppas ni alla blir reinkarnerade farväl men inte till mig farväl och adjö farväl någon gång kanske vi ses igen ja då farväl då farväl.
>>7602112
What the fuck do you even want me to say, bitch? Uh, I don't actually want to be edgy. And I didn't think actually, I just added this in. Oh well. Guess I'm going with edgy. Hell, is that even edgy? Is this even stream of consciousness? I don't actually know shit about this kind of thing.
--Wait, what the fuck does OP even want? This isn't exactly ever going to be anything but -- well -- niggeniggernigger&tc. Huh, Joyce looks like Big Bos-- anyway, I don't know what I'm doing and quite frankly I've never known what I'm doing and that's okay because I don't need to know what I'm doing. I just wish I didn't need to do anything.
No one's going to read this, are they. No one's going to read any of these. I know I didn't, and I won't. Well, maybe I will. It could be interesting to see how other faggots think. But most of these are probably fake.I wonder if I'm a philosophical zombie. I hope I'm not, but in the end it doesn't actually matter. I *did* think "actually" that time.
>>7604660
Got a link to that gif, son?
>>7604753
>Le francais n'est pas ma langue natif
*native, but I'd say "maternelle" is more appropriate here.
Was zum Teufel hast du gerade verdammt über mich sagen, du kleine Schlampe? Ich werde Sie wissen, ich graduierte Spitze meiner Klasse in der Navy Seals, und ich habe in zahlreichen Geheimnis Angriffe auf Al-Kaida beteiligt gewesen, und ich habe mehr als 300 bestätigte tötet. Ich bin in Gorilla-Kriegsführung trainiert und ich bin der Spitzenscharfschütze in den gesamten US-Streitkräfte. Sie sind nichts für mich, sondern nur ein weiteres Ziel. Ich werde wischen Sie die fuck out mit Präzision die gerne von denen noch nie auf dieser Erde gesehen hat, merkt euch meine Worte verdammt. Sie denken, Sie zu sagen, dass die Scheiße zu mir über das Internet bekommen kann weg? Denken Sie noch einmal, Wichser. Während wir hier sprechen Ich kontaktiere mein Geheimnis Netzwerk von Spionen in den USA und Ihre IP wird jetzt zurückgeführt, so dass Sie eine bessere Vorbereitung auf den Sturm, Maden. Der Sturm, der aus dem erbärmlichen kleinen Sache, die Sie Ihr Leben rufen wischt. Du bist verdammt tot, Kind. Ich kann überall sein, zu jeder Zeit, und ich kann Ihnen in mehr als sieben hundert Arten zu töten, und das ist nur mit bloßen Händen. Ich bin nicht nur ausgiebig in unbewaffneten Kampf trainiert, aber ich habe Zugriff auf das gesamte Arsenal der United States Marine Corps und ich werde es in vollem Umfang zu nutzen, um Ihre elenden Arsch wischen Sie das Gesicht des Kontinents, du kleiner Scheißer. Wenn du nur wissen konnte, was unheilig Vergeltung Kleinen "clever" Kommentar war zu euch zu stürzen, vielleicht würden Sie Ihren verdammten Sprache gehalten zu haben. Aber man konnte nicht, das hast du nicht, und jetzt sind Sie zahlen den Preis, verdammt du Idiot. Ich werde wütend alle über euch scheißen und Sie werden darin ertrinken. Du bist verdammt tot, Kleiner.
>>7604660
You're an edgy little faggot, aren't you?
Isn't it time you grew up?
>>7604753
>mais j'aime ecrire en francais parce qu'il a une maniere eloquent
This is the most /lit/ thing I've ever read. What the fuck is wrong with you.
Woolf spent her entire life mastering stream of consciousness shit aint easy
Kiuas kitisee ja natisee ja rapisee ja vapisee; sylkee polttavaa ilmaa ja höyryä iholleni, pisaroita valuu otsaltani: hikeä, likaa ja syntiä ropisee lattialle loputtomana naputusten ja taputusten kuorona; rankaisen kiuasta vielä kerran vesivaltikallani; sen päässä metallinen kuppi kimaltaa messinkisenä, täynnä kohta ilmaan katoavaa mautonta nestettä; suussani maistuu lämmin sylki ja metalli; paiskaan veden kiukaaseen ja se vaikeroi ja yskäisee väljän pilven ahtaaseen huoneeseen, jonka seinät hikoavat puun verta ja ikäisiä ajatuksia ajan hermolta. Rankaisen kiuasta vielä kerran, ja toisen ja kolmannen, mutta neljättä en anna; sen sylki kirvelee jo selässä ja takamuksessa polttoraudan tavoin; hiukset otsaan liimaantuneina, tummina kuin terva ja tulevaisuuden kasvoton pelko.
>>7604753
fuck off
most dissapointing thread i've seen in a long fucking time. a part of me died trying to read through all this shit
>>7602891
merdique
Gespannen voor wat er zoal komen zal in de komende periode, alsmede het gevoel van vergankelijkheid aanwezig in het sociale aspect van wat nu gaande is. Zoekend naar kansen die er wellicht niet zijn vanwege het feit dat het simpelweg niet beter zal worden in de nabije toekomst. Zelf moet ik deze kansen echter aangrijpen omdat er anders niets meer is. Het domme moet gedaan worden.
>>7602117
Mooi stuk.
Unabomber wygląda trochę jak Philip K. Dick a trochę jak Nick Offerman AKA Ron Swanson. Mam taką ładną tablicę z karteczkami nad biurkiem, byłoby mi bardzo smutno, gdyby upadła na ziemię. W porównaniu do typa kilka postów wyżej nie jestem absolwentem kulturoznawstwa (miałem problemy z poprawnym napisaniem tego wyrazu), dlatego postaram się nie nadużywać dłuższych niż dwusylabowe wyrazów. Tak naprawdę to posiadam o wiele bogatsze słownictwo w języku angielskim, co nie jest zaskoczeniem dla nikogo, kto mnie zna. Muszynianka to najsmaczniejsza i najbogatsza w minerały woda mineralna w okolicy, kosztuje tylko dwa złote za butelkę, a ta francuska kranówa Perrier nadaje się tylko do ciepłych, popołudniowych lewatyw. James Joyce wygląda trochę jak Big Boss, a kalendarz jest w kosmos.
I don't want to kill myself, but if I ever do, I will make sure I do it loudly, in front of everyone
>>7605539
>Mijają lata, a ja rosnę w siłę
Pij mleko, będziesz wielki.
Albo dostaniesz raka, bo dorosły osobnik jednego gatunku nie powinien pić mleka przeznaczonego dla młodych osobników innego gatunku. Parmigiano Reggiano jest, jednakże, w pytę, podobnie jak Grana Padano. Nie życzę ci raka. Ale spodziewaj się go. Tylko nie mów potem, że nie ostrzegałem. Wittgenstein byłby ze mnie dumny, prawię morały i sam się ich trzymam :^)
>>7602273
>>7605539
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>>7602273
>tfw 100% z rozszerzonej
A odn. Gombrowicza, to przeczytaj sobie felieton Orbitowskiego w któryms numerze Noise Magazine (albo w tym M/I, do ktorego pisze Halber? Juz nie pameitam). Z Gombro jest jak z Wallacem, bardziej mem niż autor.
>>7606450
Fils de pute, tu blesses mes sentiments. ;_;
>>7602891
tuez moi vite
pitié
crevez ces yeux trop salis
>>7606611
Żeby nie było - przeczytałem w sklepie, nie kupiłem żadnego z tych czasopism. I did not have sexual relations with that woman.
>>7606611miałem tyle pułapek na tej rozszerzonej, że aż się dziwię, że wpadło mi 98%.
A co do Gombro to owszem, proto meme autor mocno.przy czym Wallace był akurat genialny, jak wszyscy oni zresztą, więc 'bardziej' jest tutaj ryzykowne sematycznie.
>tfw nikt na /lit/ nie wie że przed meme trilogy istniało już memeautorstwo
If the user to be in touch and I am going on in your life in a couple weeks and then delete the message was sent from the airport to pick it is addressed to our clients are happy with it is addressed to our clients are generally as well and I am going on in your life in a couple weeks and then I can get the job is going well with the following new year and a few weeks and then delete the message and its yours sincerely Eric I am going on in your life in a couple weeks and then I can get the job is going well with the following new year and a few weeks and then delete the message was sent from the airport to pick it is addressed to our house.
Mas que merda.
Eu a perdi de novo, de novo!!
É um ciclo vicioso de brigas e desculpas... Mas no fim nós nos amamos.
Entretanto dessa vez as coisas estão diferentes. Temo que ela não vai voltar, temo que continuarei sozinho sentindo esse frio nos meus ombros que só ela conseguia esquentar.
E tudo por causa da minha culpa, é MINHA CULPA! Eu me neguei a me esforçar achando que estava preso, achando que eu não estava vivendo como queria. Porem agora vejo como fui burro, como deveria ter aceitado minha prisão e me beneficiado nela.
É tudo minha culpa.
E isso dói.
Dói.
Eu não sei o que fazer.
Deus como sempre me abandonou, seu filho perdedor que nunca resolve as coisas sozinho.
Acho que esse é o fim.
Chega.
Dói.
Dói muito.
>>7606642
Espero que você não tenha pretensões literárias. Além disso, não é fluxo de consciência. 2/10
>>7606642
Quantos anos você tem, anon? Treze?
>>7602117
>Ek wonder if eenige iemand hierso kan eintjlik lees wat ek hierso skryf, ek twyfel.
met gemak makker
Jag vill dricka mer alkohol det tycker jag om och mikaela också hon som en gång såg så fin ut innan hon blev en hora hennes klänning nöddade knappt knäna och det tyckte männen om och de smickrade hon och hon föll för dem.
>>7606978
Não. não é fluxo de consciência. Além de falar tudo que vem na tua cabeça, deve ter um estilo próprio. O teu texto não tem. É qualquer coisa. Tá ruim. Tem que ler mais.
>>7602112
This isn't fun, this is stupid. Now I'm writing and it's still stupid. I fucking replied and am thinking and writing and now once i'm done i'll have to solve the captcha. I hope it is not that stupid waterfall one, i hate it. I always mistake a lake for a waterfall. Now that i think about it, that's pretty stupid of me.
>>7606944
HENNE. Smickrade HENNE för guds skull
>>7606992
Como assim um estilo próprio?
Aquele não foi? De falar uma palavra em uma linha e ficar repetindo?
Me ensina Anon
(To falando serio, to aprendendo ainda. Ainda bem que voce falou hauahua)
>>7606978
porque você escreve como uma criança
>>7607020
Não sou o anão que te respondeu. Mas não, aquilo lá não era um estilo próprio. Você só mexeu na "diagramação" da coisa. Não flui, não parece natural. É realmente ruim, mas se você ainda está aprendendo, tudo bem. Não acho que ninguém aqui possa te julgar. Mas como é a internet, então o fazemos, de qualquer maneira.
>>7605858
Go be a mountain-jew somewhere else
>>7607020
Fluxo de consciência é pra imitar um processo de pensamento, o tumulto psicológico de alguém que não tem tempo de falar, apenas pensa. Leia teu texto novamente.
Você já leu poesia alguma vez na vida?
>>7607071
Pode me dar um exemplo, anon? Ficaria agradecido.
>>7602112
Well, I'm sitting here taking a shit after dinner while my DnD group is without their healer again. I'm kind of wishing that I'll one day won the lotto so that I can buy an estate around here and live in relative peace while investments make my money for me like old money people used to do. I'm going to have to force myself to get more organized, though. I let things go too far before I clean or fix them, and I really don't like that. I need to take my lunch break tomorrow to go down to court and plead not guilty on those tickets. Hopefully this weekend I can do a quick 5 hour class online to shave off 4 points and make anything that I get from these not a problem. I dislike that I'm 22 and I still have black marks on my license from when I was 18. Shit, they even partially suspended it then because it was a "junior" license. After going for 2 months without my regular license, why even add the points? I served my time.
>>7607081
De escritores que fizeram uso? Claro.
Virginia Wolf, Italo Svevo, Beckett, Joyce...
>>7607104
Obrigado! E quais livros ou poemas eles usaram isso? Ooou... Todas as obras deles foram com o fluxo de consciencia?
>>7607104
Consegue você escrever um exemplo?
Why are people so quick to manipulate others and take advantage of their emotions and feelings. Why do we live in a world, where it becomes difficult to trust people on the surface, knowing that an underlying agenda may always be present? I'm sick of people using me, hurting me and then throwing me away when my purpose has been fulfilled. I've done nothing to them to deserve such treatment, and in retrospect I made myself an easy target for their abuse and deceit.
Cognitive fondling overtly connotes a sparsely chaste purpose. These amorous fancies insinuate the coming erection of perplexity subtle auguries whose evocative nature allude to the impending flow of a frolicsome zenith.
Be gentle.
A cleansing was predestined to begin the instant the old fucker with the archaic-like jungle on his chest. Not archaic in the sense that it is outdated or put to rest, he however was outdated and on the wrong side of historyliotogprahy considering it is the glorious year of [current year]--and he definitely deserves to be put to rest, the sick son of a bitch. As his many rolls and folds and skims and rims and general bacterial storage flops flipped as he wrung his dark and veiny clasps about the clasps of turning of the two temperaments. After probably ten minutes of modifying the spinnerdingers to idealize and perfect his cleanse, it was complete--to celebrate this victory the man dug his bark into his vinegar sacks and took a breathing of the scent, and it smelt vile and of defiled innocuance. Again he dug his ragged bark, this time into the bejungled folds of feciety and stench paying special attention to the brown-stained ring of his pleasures. This time he had himself a lapping after a life-gas and quivered in depravity and nostalgia as he knew this may the last body-filth of his origins that may be enjoyed for several eternities. Handfuls of pastel crystals smelling offensively of imitation floralities and other smellerations he thought the ladies to be fond of. They were not but still prefered it above his naturality. Upon walrusing into the tubbydubbydo and sploaking the once clear, now dyed like a faggot, soon to brownen and pitch as the seweries and stencheries rolled off the unholy flesh of man. With a squelnch he scream-ed the casuality and titleulation of his blossomed seed, a slotted homo.S of perhaps 4000 Gregorian days and growing luster and lust. Their vision-seekems, his knoddking and leerming and explandcling shroomage clawying for herth pedals had themselves a wordtermerdation that on the eventual bequeathed the floor her cunnywrap and him her dimmerump. By gollance geewilly was it consumed by a unsevered pentadongalong of sensertations over the becommung rotaries as sheath grapple the olympers of drawing the uppundown of the girthy monolizardian director. upperndownndownnlap she going as going the vestibulical venusian V in slobber penetralia the yungmongs own. She go cometh round thist mountershaft as he come. Glurpomf go she as the tame-ed beastoburgers migh.
r8 please, this was not easy and could get me arrested desu.
>>7607141
>sploaking
What does that even mean?
>>7607146
Soaking in a field of influence is what I was thinking of when I wrote it.
azul fellawen a yath /lit/ assagi oussighd awendinigh thanmirthnwen imi iyidsekhnem akouith ayen ighrigh assougas agi ig3eddan aka ougheghd atas tekthouvin khra ouyide3jivetara khra sedhhatiyi khra efkatiyid ayen isarakhem'megh, alhasoun mazaliyi tslourkigh dhyidhwen tava3egh ayen ithhemlem thanmirthnwen thamouqrant
