Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2015 0:36:17 GMT
Welcome to the FUK'd movement.
Is it just me or is the contemporary view of "good" literature too classical? Like dry pussy that, though it may be tight and feel amazing, you have to spit on it to get started.
All this- do this shit and don't do that shit. Make it real- even though it's a fucking work of fiction! Rutted in a past that needs to change.
If you don't feel this way then fuck off! If you do then you've found the right place.
Nothing against classic literature and such, it's damn good, just a bit archaic. The new voices of the future must be heard. The voices that say fuck and cunt and contemplate new ways to formulate these nasty words:
CumDumpster
CockStain
FuckTard
HerpesSlinger
BlowjobHole
Atrocious-Cunt
Etc. e-fucking-tc.
Five year olds swear and we think it's cute, and they-- the stuffy bitches telling you what to and not to do-- sit behind a desk shoving their cock down your throat. Ejaculating into the deepest recesses of your soul just so you can reciprocate on another poor fuck.
A generation that thinks that love is flowers and fucking is heinous. We know fucking can be love and just dirty fun at the same time.
BAHHHHH BAHHHHH BAHHHHH
Slurping cum and garbling sputum.
Tolstoy was one of the greatest writers of history, and we know this because he spent an entire paragraph, 100+ words, describing a Goddamn stain on a Goddamn dresser. I read that shit and I still can't remember what the fuck it looked like.
Deleuze specified that both the mind and body are only capable of sensing one aspect at a time. An emotion, pleasure or pain. One's eyes can only focus on one aspect at a time- that's why Gestalt is so fucking profound. Otherwise it would just be a cool concept of simultaneously exploring both idea and physical form at once like Spinoza.
And we're supposed to write pages of shit people will just forget or supplant their own image for? Fuck that shit. People want sensation. They want tits bouncing and blood spurting. They want a fucking story and not a goddamn photograph of words. How often have you skipped excessive detail just to get to the good part?
Write until you have a raging hard-on seeping with precum. Fuck it...
Is it just me or is the contemporary view of "good" literature too classical? Like dry pussy that, though it may be tight and feel amazing, you have to spit on it to get started.
All this- do this shit and don't do that shit. Make it real- even though it's a fucking work of fiction! Rutted in a past that needs to change.
If you don't feel this way then fuck off! If you do then you've found the right place.
Nothing against classic literature and such, it's damn good, just a bit archaic. The new voices of the future must be heard. The voices that say fuck and cunt and contemplate new ways to formulate these nasty words:
CumDumpster
CockStain
FuckTard
HerpesSlinger
BlowjobHole
Atrocious-Cunt
Etc. e-fucking-tc.
Five year olds swear and we think it's cute, and they-- the stuffy bitches telling you what to and not to do-- sit behind a desk shoving their cock down your throat. Ejaculating into the deepest recesses of your soul just so you can reciprocate on another poor fuck.
A generation that thinks that love is flowers and fucking is heinous. We know fucking can be love and just dirty fun at the same time.
BAHHHHH BAHHHHH BAHHHHH
Slurping cum and garbling sputum.
Tolstoy was one of the greatest writers of history, and we know this because he spent an entire paragraph, 100+ words, describing a Goddamn stain on a Goddamn dresser. I read that shit and I still can't remember what the fuck it looked like.
Deleuze specified that both the mind and body are only capable of sensing one aspect at a time. An emotion, pleasure or pain. One's eyes can only focus on one aspect at a time- that's why Gestalt is so fucking profound. Otherwise it would just be a cool concept of simultaneously exploring both idea and physical form at once like Spinoza.
And we're supposed to write pages of shit people will just forget or supplant their own image for? Fuck that shit. People want sensation. They want tits bouncing and blood spurting. They want a fucking story and not a goddamn photograph of words. How often have you skipped excessive detail just to get to the good part?
Write until you have a raging hard-on seeping with precum. Fuck it...