>reading a delightful little novel by Alfred Camus
>notice an upset girl at school yelling at her boyfriend
>her naive fieriness rings true within me
>the Beast awakens, and I hunger once more.
>I analyse her movement patterns for the next week
>find her in the library talking with a friend
>I move like a walking shadow, crushed velvet blazer camouflaging me completely
>"Hello. You have the eyes of a hunter, child"
>she is so enamoured by my guileish charms that she and her friend begin to laugh
>I smirk goodnaturedly. How humoreux. How quaint.
>Invite her for dinner. A quick... bite.
>She laughs. I just keep staring.
>Her oafish boyfriend appears.
>"Get the fuck out of here user"
>"Perhaps"
>i keep on smirking. A single strike to their jugulars and the talking sheep could be slain.
>He punches me.
>Eye swollen up - I steam a small bag of petit pois beside the bruise.
>A brilliant multitasker, as always.
Reading a delightful little novel by Alfred Camus
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The Iliad of Homer, not sure which edition.
>smoking an unfiltered cigarette while gazing down on the street from my window
>watch as some tourist retard with his replica baguette has his pocket swiped from
>feel nothing but contempt
>look down at my naked lap where an erection is stirring
>call to my bisexual lover
>his radio's acoustic lull quietens from the lavatory
>hear water in the tub splash to the tiles below
>he appears wearing only a loosely wrapped towel
>"L'cest oeurve la avec vinny vidi veechi."
>ask him to pour us some chardonné
>while sipping he proposes we go and stroll along the promenáde
>the sun hurts my eyes
>"what is that thing?" I recoil, "I fucking hate it."
>he offers me a slice of toasted chiabatta spread with brie
>I refuse, and begin fearing the worst as he acts as though nothing is wrong
>Et boner
more but cut the bisexulaity but don't make it about the female
>female
where?
isn't it obvious?
damn op that pic puts me in the mood to rape
by jove! the work is truly smarter than the artist!
Ha ha
thanks user.
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el orco del americano
la creatura.... me gusta
>me gusta
dios mío
H-hot
Are you trying to pretend you speak French?
no, he is merely pretending to try to speak it
>Tee hee! I have a book and I'm naked! I'm such a naughty intellectual! I'm smarter than the other girls, but I'm also liberated!
I hope this dumb whore gets a brick to the head.
>Alfred Camus
Do you think she really read that
oh there's a greentext
first time I noticed the greentext
>on train from lillie to roubaix
>early evening, fog condenses against the windows
>sitting alone
>light an unfiltered cigarette
>order whiskey
>growing tired of the outside grayness and fog hanging depressingly over the pastures
>my gaze turns across the aisle
>old fat man snores
>my whiskey arives, the young waiter catches my eye but politely hurries off from my attempt at conversation
>take a long drag from my cigarette, feeling depressed
>"monsour," I hear a whisper, "calzone françois alpha nu."
>his boyish head peeks over the mound of the fat old man
>my intact glans tingle
>"calais bon schadenfreude?" he tantalizingly whispers
>two cars down at the bar, he discreetly sits a few minutes before I join him
>discuss the philosophy of Sock n Tees
>discuss the oeurve of King, of Professor Oak
>feel an excitement welling in my testes
>his hairless legs dangle from the barstool
>complement his denim shorts
>converse deep into the night, feel myself childishly falling in love
>arrive at roubaix station
>exchange information
>saying goodbye he mentions he only smokes filters
>never speak again
>lit is reporting from fit now
Bout to fall of the nofap horse already.
whoa deep
faggot
>buy a cravat, tweed jacket, and some shiny cannibal shoes
>I Have Become The Hunter
>invite an old friend of mine over for dinner...
>confit de hamburger meat, hot pocquette under a bed of marinara sauce with fried pommes du terre
>as I make the feast I imagine that it's the remains of a 23rd year old Slovakian exchange student that I have abducted.
>"wow, nice sloppy joes, user"
>I can barely control The Beast
>Adam Chaikovsky on the radio and Drive ost
>the finest cranberry juice (Ocean Spray, 2012)
>during dinner I try to probe his mind, trying to somehow decipher the pathetic nature of Humans
>"Do you believe in god, my friend?"
>"Excuse me user?"
>"G-god must be a madman, lest he choose to be a m-monster"
>triumphantly pop a morsel into my mouth
>it misses, bounces off my cravat
>he leaves early
>I finish the rest of the sloppy joes, content
>at school the next day everyone thinks I'm gay
>apparently my hissing, smirking and staring deep into his eyes was seen as flirtatious behaviour
>the Beast still hungers
What a hidious woman, she has some splash of negro in her
>>"Get the fuck out of here user"
>>"Perhaps"
redheads are the niggers of the european race, btw.
That is a soy boy
If you could keep the momentum up page for page from one cover of novel to the other I would have deep respect. I want to read more of your meatball of a character.
These are both very funny.
want
>la avec
>Breaks your spine
There better be a really good passage on that page.
...
>redditchord
she is an ugly white lady, don't blame it on negros
el goblina..
>divine soiree watching the original "Deux Hommes et Demi" and the seminal, award winning Japanese saga Ore No Imouto
>washed down with a shot of Kronenburg (1664 - a good vintage) and a slice of jambon and kraft fromage
>still, my stomach rumbles
>my inner beast desires meat
>man meat
>I put on my best t-shirt and bowtie
>I stare in the mirror and marvel
>if the clothes maketh a man, perhaps I have elevated to the ranks of a demi-god
>Lobster Rouge is closed
>as is Chateau Blanc
>I talk to the middle-aged mexican female tidying up at the counter, her skin wrinkled, her mammary glands sagged yet surprisingly plump.
>potential prey? The Beast roars pensively.
>"Hola", I smirk
>"Hyu cannot come hyerre... iz clozze" - she whines
>the sexual tension is palpable
>it takes tremendous self restraint not to eat her on the spot, much like I did with that small Austrian boy in Cophenhagen in 2002
>Without a word I smile and nod.
>Not today.
>I shall return. I turn around:
>"A bientot... Yolanda"
>trip over my limited edition brogues from JC Penney
>I slip into the darkness once more
>Mother has returned.
>she offers to make a lasagne
>almost gag.
>in my humble basment apartment-abode I resort to dropping clipped toenails into shrimp-flavored topramen
>Magnifique
Lautreamont is that u senpai