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All sex is incestual.
>>25210513incestuous
At least I’m safe inside my mind
I’m safer outside my mind.
HP Lovecraft's only wife married a doctor and had many kids and didn't even learn of Lovecraft's death until eight years after. She didn't even mourn him. Didn't even care. She had her life and lived a long and happy one.That's how it goes boys. Grim shit.
I'm safe inside your mind.
>>25210526he's literally me
nog 'n apie?
>>25210526>>25210526He was also not famous when he was alive, or for some decades after his death. He was an obscure writer. His obituary (titled "Writer Charts Fatal Malady") mentions his diary about his illness as his most notable achievement. The article is also how his friend Frank Belknap Long found out about his death.https://www.nytimes.com/1937/03/16/archives/writer-charts-fatal-malady.html
>>25210526>>25210554What's the point of being posthumously famous? Damn, man.
>>25210565You won't give a shit either way. You're dead. You won't care. You could be the most famous person in the world and it matters 0%.
>>25210567Ummm... Howie Phillie is burning in eternal anguish right now, actually.
>>25210554>>25210554Yup, that'll be me. I'll die, someone will look at my writing, go "Holy shitfuck" and hopefully my estate is set for life.>>25210567>>25210565Who cares, do what you love. Make the world a weirder place.
>>25210571Doubtful.
watched the exorcist today. was the first time i watched a movie in like a year
I made a discord called /lit/ 2012 but I don't think I'm allowed to advertise it here. Please just come find it anon. Server pic is of The Very Hungry Caterpillar - very obscure book for those with good taste only. No degeneracy.
>>25210650The very hungry Caterpillar is not obscure but that's great. That's fucking great. I'll try to find it.
Think I'm gonna get stoned out of my gourd and forswear posting on 4chan for the rest of the day. You guys have a good night.
I have a 188 IQ. It's hard being the smartest person on 4chan. Ppl are constantly testing you. I read 1600 pages a day and it makes lit SEETHE. I can read a book that they give me to read in one day and come back the next day and discuss it intelligently with them. They hate my guts.
>>25210511I find it somewhat depressing that the most beautiful memory I have is ultimately illusory, as signficant, profound, and humbling as it was.Scraping it down to its bare essentials with the sterile tools of analysis feels like a sacrilegious process, that I'm defacing the inherent, inexplicable mysticism that comes with a transcendental experience in order to cope with the immense sense of loss attached.It's as if I've failed a spiritual journey, that I was awakened to the point of psychosis, and am condemned by my own shortcomings to live in the hollow, crushing echo of whatever it was I was intended to be.Still, there's a grisly endearment that I've mustered in private reflection of these events. My life is no longer cosmically determined, but instead free to explore the dissonance of a broken fate, with whatever I manage to build being a sign of personal fortitude, rather than a stroke of pure luck, and there is pride to be derived from that. Not much, but enough to reinforce a sound disposition.Everything may exist within this sickly bog of misfortune, but the fact that I am able to repair myself in significant fashions proves my soul is still intact, even though it is more than likely that I will never reach that apex of destiny again.
>>25210526ever thus to chuds
