Vermilioncore
I don’t want to think anymore
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Because I know it’s not real and the characters I’m relating to are the figments of some big dick Bull’s imagination as he goes out to rich literature parties and fucks girls and gets wasted.
I only read essays and other non fiction books because something devastating happened to that man which caused him to write a huge shitload of pages based on it.
That’s why I also stopped writing fiction. I can’t say what I wanna say explicitly, I have to beat around the bush and make metaphors and other stuff. I just wanna lay it all out on the table. I wish there was a book that went like:
Table of contents:
1. Birth
2. Sorrow
3. Joy
4. Love
5. Pain
6. Misery
7. Suicide
And it’s one long essay written by some drunk paranoid faggot who lived a shit life but found joy that escaped him and now lived in despond and sludge and ends the book by gulping down 5 shots of 99 proof liquor then blows his head to shits and bits with a 12 gauge shotgun and has his buddy publish the book with his corpse as the cover art
Now that’s a book!
I only read essays and other non fiction books because something devastating happened to that man which caused him to write a huge shitload of pages based on it.
That’s why I also stopped writing fiction. I can’t say what I wanna say explicitly, I have to beat around the bush and make metaphors and other stuff. I just wanna lay it all out on the table. I wish there was a book that went like:
Table of contents:
1. Birth
2. Sorrow
3. Joy
4. Love
5. Pain
6. Misery
7. Suicide
And it’s one long essay written by some drunk paranoid faggot who lived a shit life but found joy that escaped him and now lived in despond and sludge and ends the book by gulping down 5 shots of 99 proof liquor then blows his head to shits and bits with a 12 gauge shotgun and has his buddy publish the book with his corpse as the cover art
Now that’s a book!
