Take the blackpill

24/7 hard mewing + chewing gums 8 hours a day

>Pessoa
>handsome

Chewing helps?? wtf

Trakl looks like Gollum but elegant Pessoa is the one causing you trouble lmao

Yes, but you should be at max 16 (you won't see much gains past puberty), and chew them equally on both sides, to avoid overgrowing one of them

>Yes, but you should be at max 16
This is an adult forum, why would you post advice for kids here? lmao

Pessoa has his mystique.
The others for do look handsome though. Beckett is a silverfox Artaud is a chad. Blanchot, Bataille, and Cioran look good too.

Anyone here know if Eugene Thacker is worth reading?

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Where do i start with Blanchot?

He's good if you're already thinking about the stuff he brings up, otherwise you're better other with bigger names. He's like Fisher, sort of

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Who's the guy below Beckett

This, Nietzsche literally provided an escape to the blackpill, you guys are literally retarded

Thomas Bernhard

>just b a person so radically strong in will and honesty that none have ever existed before
wew thanks nietzsche

One of my favorite novelists but I wouldnt recommend him to most people. If you have a taste for pessimism and ranting stream of consciousness you should read him.

Nietzsche is not blackpilled. If anything hes a bloomer.

bloomer is just naive consumercuck bliss which nietzsche is not.

where should I start with Nick Land?

xenosystems.net/hell-baked/

Specifically:
>It is only due to a predominance of influences that are not only entirely morally indifferent, but indeed — from a human perspective — indescribably cruel, that nature has been capable of constructive action. Specifically, it is solely by way of the relentless, brutal culling of populations that any complex or adaptive traits have been sieved — with torturous inefficiency — from the chaos of natural existence. All health, beauty, intelligence, and social grace has been teased from a vast butcher’s yard of unbounded carnage, requiring incalculable eons of massacre to draw forth even the subtlest of advantages. This is not only a matter of the bloody grinding mills of selection, either, but also of the innumerable mutational abominations thrown up by the madness of chance, as it pursues its directionless path to some negligible preservable trait, and then — still further — of the unavowable horrors that ‘fitness’ (or sheer survival) itself predominantly entails. We are a minuscule sample of agonized matter, comprising genetic survival monsters, fished from a cosmic ocean of vile mutants, by a pitiless killing machine of infinite appetite. (This is still, perhaps, to put an irresponsibly positive spin on the story, but it should suffice for our purposes here.)
>Crucially, any attempt to escape this fatality — or, more realistically, any mere accidental and temporary reprieve from it — leads inexorably to the undoing of its work. Malthusian relaxation is the whole of mercy, and it is the greatest engine of destruction our universe is able to bring about. To the precise extent that we are spared, even for a moment, we degenerate — and this Iron Law applies to every dimension and scale of existence: phylogenetic and ontogenetic, individual, social, and institutional, genomic, cellular, organic, and cultural. There is no machinery extant, or even rigorously imaginable, that can sustain a single iota of attained value outside the forges of Hell.

There isn't supposed to be any coherent logic between what makes them black. Just go with it dude

don't. read serious thinkers.

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Cioran looks like Henry from Eraserhead

Apparently E.M. Cioran found Fernando Pessoa so depressing, that even he had to break off friendship with that crazed alcoholic.

'I'm nothing.
I'll always be nothing.
I can't want to be something.
But I have in me all the dreams of the world.

Windows of my room,
The room of one of the world's millions nobody knows
(And if they knew me, what would they know?),
You open onto the mystery of a street continually crossed by people,
A street inaccessible to any and every thought,
Real, impossibly real, certain, unknowingly certain,
With the mystery of things beneath the stones and beings,
With death making the walls damp and the hair of men white,
With Destiny driving the wagon of everything down the road of nothing.'

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>who is goethe
>what is an ideal

pick one

Sauce that Cioran read Pessoa?

I don't recall where I read it, I think it was in the introduction to The Book of Disquiet (Complete Text), or possibly, the Richard Zenith translated Penguin version of Pessoa's Selected Poems "A Little Larger than the Universe", I'll check later

Are you actually retarded?

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What will happen to me if I read everyone there?

you will be officially a doomer

>Nick Land
>A "thinker"
you're doing him a disservice by mischaracterising him. What if philosophy were a way to deepen unknowing?

you're right he is a non-entity and has nothing to say

>nietzche
>cuck, I mean black pill

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