I can't get into classic literature. There's too much yaoi and not enough yuri.
Yuri is jewish and pederasty is aryan.
>blocks your path
>>25279987Weak-minded fool, Yuri is at the root of Greek poetry. Read Sappho:φάινεταί μοι κῆνοσ ἴσοσ τηέοισινἔμμεν ὤνερ ὄστισ ἐναντίοσ τοιἰζάνει καὶ πλασίον ἀδυ φωνεύσασ ὐπακούεικαὶ γαλαίσασ ἰμμερόεν τὸ δὴ ᾽μάνκαρδίαν ἐν στήθεσιν ἐπτόασεν,ὠσ γὰρ εὔιδον βροχέωσ σε, φώνασ οὐδὲν ἔτ᾽ ἔικει,ἀλλὰ κάμ μὲν γλῳσσα ϝέαγε, λέπτονδ᾽ αὔτικα χρῷ πῦρ ὐπαδεδρόμακεν,ὀππάτεσσι δ᾽ οὐδὲν ορημ᾽, ἐπιρρόμβεισι δ᾽ ἄκουαι.ἀ δέ μ᾽ ί᾽δρωσ κακχέεται, τρόμοσ δὲπαῖσαν ἄγρει χλωροτέρα δὲ ποίασἔμμι, τεθνάκην δ᾽ ὀλιγω ᾽πιδεύϝην φαίνομαι [ἄλλα].----He seems to me equal to gods that manwhoever he is who opposite yousits and listens closeto your sweet speaking and lovely laughing—oh itputs the heart in my chest on wingsfor when I look at you, even a moment, no speakingis left in me no: tongue breaks and thinfire is racing under skinand in eyes no sight and drummingfills ears and cold sweat holds me and shakinggrips me all, greener than grassI am and dead—or almostI seem to me.
>>25280030>>25279984By the way, what's the deal with yuri and abusive relationships? Almost every single one is like some sociopath chick terrorizing a girl who is convinced she loves her deep down, even though she's clearly, genuinely just crazy. Yaoi has this dynamic too but for the most part it's a lot more chill.
>>25280050Not OP but it's pretty accurate given what IRL lesbian relationships are, just make everyone involved 100lbs fatter.
>>25279984>There's too much yaoi and not enough yuri.Of course. Classic literature is for faggots.Real men read pulp.
>>25279987>being Aryan means being a petulant faggotWtf I'm a deracinated leftist now
>>25279984yuri is gross and depraved.
>>25279984He has thus himself found a strange rapprochement with the Empty Ones: in particular with Josef Ombindi of Hannover. The Eternal Center can easily be seen as the Final Zero. Names and methods vary, but the movement toward stillness is the same. It has led to strange passages between the two men. “You know,” Ombindi’s eyes rolled the other way, looking up at a mirror-image of Enzian that only he can see, “there’s . . . well, something you ordinarily wouldn’t think of as erotic—but it’s really the most erotic thing there is.” “Really,” grins Enzian, flirting. “I can’t think of what that would be. Give me a clue.” “It’s a non-repeatable act.”“Firing a rocket?”“No, because there’s always another rocket. But there’s nothing—well, never mind.”“Ha! Nothing to follow it with, that’s what you were going to say.”“Suppose I give you another clue.”“All right.” But Enzian has already guessed: it’s there in the way he holds his jaw and is just about to laugh. . . . “It embraces all the Deviations in one single act.” Enzian sighs, irritated, but does not call him on this use of “Deviations.” Bringing up the past is part of Ombindi’s game. “Homosexuality, for example.” No rise. “Sadism and masochism. Onanism? Necrophilia. . . .” “All those in the same act?”All those, and more. Both know by now that what’s under discussion is the act of suicide, which also includes bestiality (“Think how sweet,” runs the pitch, “to show mercy, sexual mercy to that hurt and crying animal”), pedophilia (“It is widely reported that just at the edge you grow glaringly younger”), lesbianism (“Yes, for as the wind blows through all the emptying compartments the two shadow-women at last can creep out of their chambers in the dying shell, at the last ashen shoreline, to meet and embrace . . .”), coprophilia and urolagnia (“The final convulsions . . .”), fetishism (“A wide choice of death-fetishes, naturally . . .”). Naturally. The two of them sit there, passing a cigarette back and forth, till it’s smoked down to a very small stub. Is it idle talk, or is Ombindi really trying to hustle Enzian here? Enzian’s got to be sure before he moves. If he comes out sez, “This is a hustle, right?” and turns out it isn’t, well— But the alternative is so strange, that Enzian is, in some way, being
>>25280655SOLD ON SUICIDEWell I don’t care-for, th’ things I eat,Can’t stand that boogie-woogie beat—But I’m sold, on, suicide!You can keep Der Bingle too, a-And that darn “bu-bu-bu-boo,”Cause I’m sold on suicide!Oh! I’m not too keen on ration stamps, Or Mothers who used to be baby vamps,But I’m sold, on, suicide! Don’t like either, the Cards or Browns,Piss on the country and piss on the town,But I’m S.O.S., yes well actually this goes on, verse after verse, for quite some time. In its complete version it represents a pretty fair renunciation of the things of the world. The trouble with it is that by Gödel’s Theorem there is bound to be some item around that one has omitted from the list, and such an item is not easy to think of off the top of one’s head, so that what one does most likely is go back over the whole thing, meantime correcting mistakes and inevitable repetitions, and putting in new items that will surely have occurred to one, and—well, it’s easy to see that the “suicide” of the title might have to be postponed indefinitely!
>>25279984There are some lesbos in CoMC
That's why anime is best
