Who is [omitted]?

solipsism is a hell of a drug

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That's a pretty good misogynistic joke. Maybe she really is /our guy/.

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I don't think you get her project. Part of it is self care.

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That's not her foot, guys.

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what point are you making about these pages

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I like her work, people should read her voice. It's better than talking about the celebrity Megan or the meme Megan, fun as those are. I read her book in the same way I do Ulysses, cracking it open randomly with an expectation for a certain stimuli. The historian in me also loves the record of an American female victim of pharmaceutical programming, too. Why wouldn't you root for Megan?

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I'm an unironic megan fan as well. I'm on page 558. Been reading it in tiny chunks for almost a year.

It's horrible, yet oddly entrancing as some psychotic ramblings can be. Very schizoerotic. Feels (erm) a lot like dating a crazy 17yo ex again.

For those interested, page 558 of Liveblog maps to Megan’s June 24th, 2013

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Seems interesting

>ywn help Megan again clean her mattress
do you think you could ever coax her into moving on from feline companionship? I wonder if cat parasites have influenced her work more than xanax or adderall.

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>Boyle grew up in Baltimore, Maryland, and rose to prominence among the Alt Lit and internet community

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imagine the swollen stank glands sloshing in her brapper

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from Megan's recent Believer Mag article

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eat your heart out, Savannah Brown! Megan Boyle did the nonchalant cat and foot trap first

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Is that Mira's foot in Megan?

Mental diarrhea. Do yourself a favor and read this

archive.org/details/mirrourwhichflat00lase_0/page/n6

Why don't you paste an excerpt?

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I'm on pg 114 of her book right now which I have been reading on and off for a couple months. I like it. It's a unique reading experience.

Makes me wonder if Karl Ove Knausgaard is worth reading.

>Makes me wonder if Karl Ove Knausgaard is worth reading.

he's pretty dece, uneven but some parts are really good.

i miss them

>dece

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fpbp and /thread

btw i actually read a page posted here. it's literal garbage. never read anything this bad in my life.

>being this cis

gaspilled and bunkerbased.

God I hate women

I'm excited to see Megan reference Liveblog as more of an ongoing project done to her self rather than only a book. I know many passages cohere into a dismissable wild fertile girl, another "thot" as we charmingly notate today. But first, I do not know of any other woman than this author who would yoke herself to this grueling process and produce. She's a completionist sparing little, and sneaks in compeling stories around the pills and the Infinite Jest-esque gaps you must fill with your own Megan's Liveblog entry and conjur your own sense of her trajectory. I can understand disgust toward her hedonism which was completely normal and not even a thing in those halcyon days let alone when you're made of pure youth and can shrug off anything as the author does, gracefully, grossly. I think most people so compartmentalize their transient periods that we never seek to dwell in them again. Megan documents the forgettable and regrettable. The stranglehold of drugs on her life is by no means unique, but she's the only one to be Marie Antoinette at the guillotine about it. Americans have let ourselves become so disgusting it should offend us all and this opens many larger points and ideas, so maybe Liveblog wrenches wheelbarrows of readers off hopes ledge and into the quarry of our future, Miss Boyle pushing her scoops after scoops of audiences over the cliffsides she herself climbed. In this sense she's dark, bared, uncomposed, a young persons philosophical exercise in damage. But you see also around her family, keeping their goofy daughter alive. It's a new genre as far as I can tell, some sort of unflinching Americana forcing the points: here's the dream, our economic miracle, the floating eye piece of our pyramid, fully one of us.

To me, the weirdest part of Megan's life is the circles of friends she has. She has this grandiose social wealth and I think Liveblog's main stories is Megan's move from one group to another and the latter saving her and helping her heal and better know herself it seems. The manner she writes is quite discordant with her online imagery, being serious and excruciating to herself at times. I think most important to me is how Megan’s work makes clear how rich a thing can come from a simple semi-disciplined approach

I think it may be a copy writer looking for ideas from cumbrained cybetinerant literati

I hear she's very forward towards other authorettes

>implying this isn't some retarded peasant whore that got harnessed up to a keyboard to make the substrate for the jewish propaganda piece you call ''her' "work"'

tao lin is a genius, he basically went to tumblr and picked random narcissistic women with slightly above average verbal intelligence who cluelessly thought they were beat poets because their world is so small and provided-for they barely even know where they are at any given time, and said "you're a genius, so i'm going to bankroll your genius by getting you a book deal, which i can do because a small incestuous network of publishers and cultural commentators trust me to identify genius because they think i'm a genius," and the women naturally said "i knew i was a genius all along!!," so they could naturally act the part of an aloof genius through sheer (unwitting) bluster when meeting the clueless publishers and cultural commentators, who then wrote about the women as if they were geniuses, so lemmings bought their books, and tao lin now had even more cachet as a genius who uplifts other geniuses, even though they were really just tumblr piffles all along

the really funny thing is that the whole "world" tao lin was setting in motion and manipulating to construct his tiny empire of mediocre white women he wanted to sleep with was probably less than a few hundred people doing each other nepotistic favors, a slice of a generation of aging former journalism majors with rich dads. meanwhile rupi kaur comes along with an actual brain disorder and an IQ of 90, she's an instagram poet instead of tumblr poet but otherwise indistinguishable from lin's manson cult of dull vaping women, except she makes fifty trillion dollars by blasting her menstrual clots onto a $12 moleskin journal and periodically depositing the journal into the hand-shaped metal tendrils of a sentient algorithm that also says "you are a genius"

i wonder how it feels to have been such a lame prototype for something so much more successful than yourself.

>i believe in this level of corruption
>this isn't indicative of a higher level of corruption
>i can't believe those people who believe the jewish conspiracies and actually LOOK at the so called "EVIDENCE" and think about it, wow what losers
you are going to be slaughtered

Based
They will only care enough when it is already too late.

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I enjoyed blogging back in the day, but likes and shares became a thing. I'm not very good at writing or social media, so I deleted the shitty blog. I guess there is such a thing as oversharing.

It's an interesting exercise to ask yourself how your own output would turn out if you tried the same thing as she did. I fear I already know how mine would look.

I have to admit from reading those pages she sounds endearing in a midwit sort of way.

I enjoyed that earnest take on Megan, particularly the part about how America is essentially as disgusting as that and simply pretend it isn't.

>everything must be about the jews
>even the ramblings of a briefly twitter-relevant pseud persona from the early 2010s

You're not even serious about your own obsessions, how pathetic is that?
I'm a Jew and I would make a much better jewish conspirationist than you are. You make me unironically miss the time of the nazis. You disgust me.

>I don't understand what is actually being said and therefore I will myopically extract the word jew and get angry
>I will project my impotent and irrational hatred onto you
>"I'm a jew"

Checks out

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I think these are among the most important details of Megan Boyle's Liveblog, that it's a simple process carried out dutifully to the extent that fruitions become possible. Take for instance the quotidian morning and bedtime modes, the AM zeals and energies and commitments, the daytime seductions of friendships, chances to be taken, exercises in spontaneity, chiseling away in some way at the full realization of that morning, but delivering something else, and before long its time for the human's daytime experiment to power down to try again the next day and see if there's an inch gained anywhere. Dead in many or most of us, there is a flickering in Megan that has not been doused by what's eroded the rest of us to a smooth logistical creature.

I like to ponder similar projects' potentials, how each would almost inevitably be an interesting addition to us.

Goddesses so favor the fairest feet
Like Megan Boyle's sweet tootsie meat
Guarded from creeps, she keeps her feet chaste
Shod in boots, leggings of lace
Podic fans phone from restricted
So literati got them evicted
Greedily she savors her funks
Dangling heels to trip lusty lunks
As a grape so squished by her plod
Soles eclipsing sky and sun, so awed
Scarce chance for any pedal glance
Telepath to her socks by lucid trance
Trade crypto for clippings, not as a goof
Liquify, titrate, so prepare to boof
Huffing Megan's foot goo, face-fulls of socks
The crustiest which recall pickled lox
Pledging allegiance to her feet, too true
Strong as when morning whistles go "Woo-woo!"
Without Megan's feet we all tend to grump
Emptying angry bowels, a protest dump
Wilting without them, I'm Tubercular,
From the floor her nails appear circular
Please kick and stomp me, Megan, be Livid
Beam not your smile, look cruelly frigid
Kick boots up into my perineum
Femdom power is not an idiom
Bruising and fluids inflame away jiggly
Boxing and bruising my sack like a peach
Ceased before a laceration might breach
Sacramental kicks to spite my drippy sobs
Purged of wayward thoughts of vagene and bobs
Prayers to Goddess for thine ultimate deal
Giantess Megan's urethral vore meal

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nice post

Goddesses so favor the fairest feet
Like Megan Boyle's sweet tootsie meat
Guarded from creeps, she keeps her feet chaste
Shod in boots, leggings of lace
Podic fans phone from restricted
So literati got them evicted
Greedily she savors her funks
Dangling heels to trip thirsty lunks
As a grape so squished by her plod
Soles eclipsing sky and sun, awed
Scarce chance for pedal glances
Telepath to her socks by lucid trances
Trade crypto for clippings, not as a goof
Liquify, titrate, prepare for boof
Huffing Megan's goo, facefulls of socks
Crusty miasma's pickled lox
Allegiance to Megan, too true
Strong whistle's "Woo-woo!"
Without Megan's feet life's a grump
Eek at lesser lasses' acral frump
Waning images tax Tubercular
Arches circular spectacular
Queues wind with worshippers
Interlocutor interpreters
Regulars, secular orbiters
Curvatures fetching purchasers
Cellular molecular spores
Megan's nadirs broke all scores
Insurrecting Wikifeet wars
Banned by Foot Night Baltimores
She's pallid then florid
Toes torrid so sordid
Lurid orchids torpid
Euphoric scents wax and waft
Concentrated when unwashed
Fans beg for cakes sploshed

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i really don't like the dotted 'i' and 'j' in english. in languages that employ diacritics they don't appear so foreign but when they're the only detached forms in the whole english alphabet they stand out far too much on the page, and mix poorly with high punctuation marks. i also tend to think lowercase 'g' is ugly in both forms, as well as the curvature of the 'j' descender. i think if 'j' were an inverted 'f' it might look alright, but i doubt it. there is no balance in the latin alphabet between ascenders and descenders, which leads to uneven stripes of white space between lines.

has anyone ever tried revising the latin standard alphabet? i would be interested to see what they came up with.

I applied a spindly Brooklynite avatar

kind of interesting post actually, id never really thought about that, but I do have a kind of instinctive appreciation for typography(I did graffiti for almost 10 years, was very deep into it)

In my mind though text is almost non-visual because it's just the meaning of the words and associated phonetic values.

I like Megan's journey as an artist. There is a tirelessness to her as well as the foreboding sense of impending interesting work.

>lesser lasses' acral frump
damn

>I read her book in the same way I do Ulysses, cracking it open randomly with an expectation for a certain stimuli.
This is the correct way to read Liveblog.
This is the WRONG way to read Ulysses.

based

I read some pages, I've read pro-Meghan posts. I don't see it. She wrote a mildly interesting journal and published it, there's no reason to look at that as an original gesture.

I read Ulysses that way until Joyce upsets me with his beauty and I must put his book down and walk away with his language ricocheting inside my skull for the next day or so

>Megan Boyle enlisted in the US Army
Is she not going to publish her war memoirs?

based discussion and

>has anyone ever tried revising the latin standard alphabet?
good question.

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I think most would fall prey to depth and analysis and fail to achieve Megan's clippy pacing. She shares insights and thoughts but each day has a velocity to it that evades erudition, giving us instead the wild incantations of youth

Do the signed editions of Liveblog possess any telltale scents?

So...Megan Boyle is-or hangs out with-a Nazi?

That was a thirsty orbiter of hers who got the tattoo per Megan's suggestion

Reread your posts and the contexts about them. What is disgusting is not antisemitism, it even used to be fairly respectable in the past. What's disgusting is your colossal brainletism that makes you unable to even understand what you post, or realize when you're forcing a discussion that makes no sense in context. You're not even an antisemite (an outdated term even Nazis looked down upon), you're a mind corrupted by memes.

It's probably easier to approach them as a light-hearted and unconsequential daily exercise, so as not to be overwhelmed in advance by the magnitude of thefull project.

Yes that's the most interesting part of it. If I tried the same thing it would too often turn out into autistic rants. I'm a bit too self-conscious and pretentious to be as open and as undirected as she is in the blog. That's probably the case for most of Yea Forums.

Only a person with a wandering eye would have the last name Boyle.

What do you think Megan will write next? My only worry is she is stuck in the Liveblog mines. Will we ever get her to dig and shovel her way into another subject? Is there anything as interesting as such a relentless exploration of the self?

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bumping

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t. mangas are japanese comics where you can read pages in any order you want

Muse-like, Megan is more a sentient feminine energy source with a penchant for documentation than one of today's "women authors" making waves in publisher portfolios. It feels easier extrapolating Megan's less human and perhaps less organic origin, coming from something very foreign and strange that would surely dissipate were it not so tightly coiled inside exactly her form. Tensile, crackling, sublimating any and all ideas that survive the landing into their constituent sylistic dyes, vapors and constituent carbon.
To the cursory, Liveblog bares Megan, but to the astute, she bares us, rending our disguises and mental contraptions for their emptiness, her audience being measures more aloof than Megan's forthright and candid pill-popping, however destructive and woeful these methods remain, she is the one coming out and saying: this is what I must do to survive. This is what most people must do. This is what almost all of us do in some form or another. What is the thing we boot in our heads that tells us we are distinct from Megan? We seem to convince ourselves we are somehow categorically excluded from the predations that stalk Megan, that we are not just the same slated for obsolescence and destruction and have only drugs and food to fill the space left by a dead civilization. And onto that deadness beams Megan's candid, creative archangelic power to scoop with her belletristic fingers the dreary programming of our deadness and scoop and heave it away and show us the yet still alive granulation tissues desperate for oxygen, for blood, for health, for sanctuary from poisons. Liveblog is a cipher to demystify our malignant whirligig's fanfare and permit us a clear and unobstructed view at what we have all become. Goddess save Saint Megan!

Is the gimmick that she writes like a female Patrick Bateman? Who is she and what's the point of reading someone's neurotic ramblings

>the point
Back to SharePoint, wagie

It's a NOVEL, the whole thing is FICTION like a modern Notes from the Underground

>vice.com/en_us/article/3b558j/boyles-brains---people-i-met-in-truck-driving-school-megan-boyle
would love to see her revisit this. I think this was an interesting piece as is, but it feels undeveloped or maybe I want to see Megan engaged in a similar project, maybe embedded with Coast Guard boarding parties or inmates. But with the truckers, I wish there was a bit more exposition for each character.

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>this gibberish
Any people say Finnegans Wake has no meaning, reading that makes me want to dilate my eyes

Underrated

This. I wish I could write, but the light seems to have gone out. Hurts to admit it, but there it is.

Write about Megan for a year and call it Meganblog

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