I beg of you, say something profound

Don’t know. Shoved a lot of things up my ass and mouth but never got anything out of it really. Don’t see how a penis is going to be that much more exciting. Kind of a shame too because I found out I can go balls deep on a 10 inch dildo in every hole. Waste of talent right here.

I want everyone who sees this post to know a random user out there holds a set place in their heart and soul a piece of love, respect, and admiration.

Please. Take care of yourself. Remember to stretch a little and get some nice nutrition today. Practice your mindfulness, learn about who you are, and just breath. It's going to be okay.

I kissed boys before, played with other boys junk, but I don't really remember ever actually having gay sex.

But it's not really all that bad. Just feels gay is all.

are you qt?

somewhat, some people like me with my hair long others like it cut

Truth is that which, when found incorrect by a criterion, invalidates the criterion.

Cioran and Schopenhauer were slayers

The only thing anybody deserves is death.
Is it a punishment or a prize?

knock a foot off and be done with it.

I sincerely wish you the best, and that in your deathbed feel satisfied.

Anything left to be said has already been said

You made this thread in the hope nothing profound would be said so that you could feel better about having nothing profound to say. As long as you're mediocre like everyone else, you haven't failed.

We are less than what we say we are but more than what we are.

I'm reaching Mariana's Trench levels here, user.

Intelligence is an acid that can do more harm to anything on which it is poured than the vessel in which it is stored

when you're smart enough, you can pretty much select whatever ideology you want and adhere to it in good faith without any need for negotiation or compromise.

Obviously you've never had the misfortune to consume any of that diabetic bubble piss marketed as "Pepsi".

you’re going to die earlier than your parents and grandparents did and you won’t have children taller or healthier than you are if you do breed

Truth is more real than facts

I wont have children at all because I'm not that much of an asshole

>Truth is stranger than fiction.

Never understood this saying.

The worst punishment Lucifer could be given would be to have his wish granted in God's terms.

Babka is a good thing. We need more babka to offset the stuffy, pomposity of this board.

It's only

Emotions are sublimations of instincts.

Hubris is only one thing that makes humans special.

Pepsi only tastes nice if you water it down.

Veeky Forums has been steadily declining in quality for a while now, and the 2016 election has sped if up. Now /pol/ kids spam their shitty infographics and rhetoric everywhere they can and having any sane discussion on most boards in impossible.

Luckily smaller boards like Veeky Forums and /out/ haven't been hit to hard by it.

I think to fix Veeky Forums we need to implement a 5$ paywall to post. This would severally limit newfags coming in from whatever controversy 4ch stirs up and would really improve post quality.

Just grab a history book.
Many authors aiming for "realism" forget 'truth is stranger than fiction'. The real world is full of unbelievable events, coincidences, and odd characters. When authors remove these elements in an attempt to make their world seem real, they make their fiction duller than reality; after all, unexpected details are the heart of verisimilitude.

by the time things change it is already too late

This, then I can finally be free of this hell hole.

Has anyone really been far as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

Are you poor?

No but I would never spend $5 a month to shitpost here. I simply wouldn't pay the fee out of principle.

>paying to use a public forum
bourgeoisie filth

Have you ever really tried ? I mean at everything. I don't feel like I ever have and I'm still trying to find out how to

Rμν−1/2gμνR+gμνΛ=8πG/c4Tμν

Not 5$ a month, 1 time payment

All truth-deduction ultimately relies on fixated concepts, what are concepts?
You could say it's an intelligible feeling or intuition, that alone is shaky, but what happens when you carry it outward or perceive it from the outside world?

Writing it down or reading about it?
How do you know that what you're reading is what is meant?
Even reading of a "tree", how do you know this is what the author thought of, precisely?

Meaning in every hypothetical scenario in which the tree of the authors mind would be present he would say "yes, a tree is present" and you too would agree, there must be divergencies right?

This fundamental insight damages all hopes for an objective and doubtless philosophy or science, everything is inherently flawed through the non-existence of fixated "meaning".

>As long as you're mediocre like everyone else, you haven't failed.

The "I just watched a Wittgenstein summary on youtube" thread is two pages down
--->

Responsibility's cool, but there's more things in life, like getting your dick, rode all fucking night

the reason you dont try to succeed is because it still gives you the option to see yourself as a precocious kid rather than the retard you really are

That's not Wittgenstein you brainlet homo, I'll leave you two more guesses.
Hint: It's not Frege either, you probably don't even know him.

>hurrr bhilosobbee of langoog == widgnsteen

Is it Tarski?

No. Though Tarski's work is in some sense relevant.

If she's left you on "read", please don't double text her. It only makes it feel worst.

I, myself, have uncovered pumpernickel
>in my pompous rump
of no terrain for the
>barren bums
of the
dirt peasantry.

Me and my friends were waiting for a bus for about an hour and a half — with an old man standing a bit away from us at the same bus stop.

Finally, we can see the bus coming, and my friend says, “Oh finally, the bus is coming,” and the old man just turns to us and says, “The bus was always coming.”

No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.

That's not profound, the old man is just a smart ass.

"Internally, there is a competition. It is like a basketball game, filled with rankled players who vie for superiority on the court. The audience wild with abandon. He has too much to lose to quit, even if no one knows him, or even cares if he lives, his soul is at ends. Tearing at each other until there is nothing left but internal victory. Whichever side wins, is what we bet on, and what we bet on may not be the right answer, nor the best answer—fixing his collar—"but it's the side that won."

superficiality in great length is the new deep, if those strata can be easily googled.

surprise!

On Whataburger’s cups: “When I am empty, please dispose of me properly.”

Water + Seed = Weed.

If you "look behind" your self, you realize your view never changes, and all your life experiences are all directly behind you, you are just taking up a different place in time and space.

So its not the body that moves, it's the conciousness that creates these perspectives of the self that moves.

All time in concurrent, so your concioisness must be outside of time.

Your life would leave a snake like appearance of movement, and your face with be the beginning and the end of perspective.

Im sorry for anyone who understands what Im saying

Hold that thought, I gotta go talk to my gf.

I'm going to take over the entire fucking world

>I've made roughly $500 so far in the year of 2017 from self-publishing books and ghostwriting.

Feels pretty neat-o. Only started ghostwriting recently so since I'll be doing it during the entirety of 2018 as well as working on my own books I anticipate at least $1000 in 2018. Already got 3 book ideas in mind.

When a gift is deserved, it is not a gift but a payment.

Thanks user! That is a nice sentiment.

Who requests things to be ghostwritten? (what type of person, what projects?)

No idea what the fuck this means, but while trying to think of something I heard this in my head:

"The true nature of the universe is red."

I tend not to ask questions about them personally. One was a wife/mother, one a husband/father, and I also wrote a custom piece of erotica for a single woman who has a fantasy in regards to her boss.

Interesting, can you elaborate what kind of requests? Personal or professional?

Your view changes all the time it's just hard to tell.

I dreamt of a patio in the nighttime. The tables were all filled with people I knew, and they were being given shopping bags as party favors full of something important. An agent radioed me on those things cops have on their chest, and said someone was leaving with a bag. The patio in the night time was in the middle of a forest with dark-wooded trees, almost black, and there was a long road which ended at the patio.

(Forest trees)
==================================={Patio}
(Forest trees)

And the path was lit up like a road with dim street lights. The road was not empty. It was sprinkled with vagrants laying and sitting down on the road. The person leaving with the bag walked very far away from the patio, and I had to follow them. The "rule" was they had to place the shopping bag somewhere in the road. I am not afraid of the dark, or of vagrants, but of the time I wasted following the person, then having to turn around and return to the patio. The thought of having to do this again the moment I returned gave me a strange feeling. It was hopelessness. It was not fear; a nightmare filled with monsters or dismemberment. It was hopelessness in its purest form. It was a pointless chore, in a bleak environment, looping forever.

The day before I stayed late at a gaming cafe and there were no buses running at that time so I was left wandering around in the dark until I decided to uber back to my apartment.

"The most wonderful opportunity which life offers is to be human. It embraces the whole universe. It includes the knowledge of death, which not even God enjoys."

you killed me, user

she has a deep cunt

An eyebrow raised is a thought lowered.

life is suffering and we should all end it by killing ourselves

something profound

It's always darkest before the dawn
Look before you leap
Once bitten, twice shy
There's no I in team
The early bird catches the worm

My nigga.

You can take a nigger out of the jungle, but you can't take a nigger to the movies without him screeching like a howler monkey

Somehow it was all tied up with a story he'd heard once, about a boy born with a golden screw where his navel should have been. For twenty years he consults doctors and specialists all over the world, trying to get rid of this screw, and having no success. Finally, in Haiti, he runs into a voodoo doctor who gives him a foul-smelling potion. He drinks it, goes to sleep and has a dream. In this dream he finds himself on a street, lit by green lamps. Following the witch-man's instructions, he takes two rights and a left from his point of origin, finds a tree growing by the seventh street light, hung all over with colored balloons. On the fourth limb from the top there is a red balloon; he breaks it and inside is a screwdriver with a yellow plastic handle. With the screwdriver he removes the screw from his stomach, and as soon as this happens he wakes from the dream. It is morning. He looks down toward his navel, the screw is gone. That twenty years' curse is lifted at last. Delirious with joy, he leaps up out of bed, and his ass falls off.

This is false.

probably not

I like this post
Thank you, user.

What do you mean 'personal or professional'? When someone requests something to be ghostwritten, that means they intend to monetize it. The 'custom erotica' I mentioned, that was just for personal use, and she liked it enough to also tip me. So I guess I write stuff for people both professionally AND personally?

That's a nice post, seems like something Jesus would say.

Rescue your father

>RIGHTLY bitches about pol
>suggests we build a wall to keep out refugees that are a product of the cobtroversies we've generated

you can count how many seeds are in an apple, but you cant count how many apples are in a seed

You can give water to a horse, but if you can't make him drink it, what's it worth, y'know? Horses are a poor investment.

Hell, I wish I can just write about depression and love with everyone agreeing with me. Then we can all drop our pens, pencils, whatever, and move on with our lives.

Poets no longer needed. So to will Pop Stars, romantic media, everything

Maybe I don't want to solve it all
God I'm tired

There is no word in the English language more powerful or versatile than "brown".

I too enjoy chocolate and cheese.

Hitler was a mean guy.