ITT: alt lit memers of 2010, where are they now
megan boyle status: barely lucid ever in 2019, online presence is complete psoomerbrain anarchy
tao lin: got metoo'd, selling shit from his apartment to make ends meet, sliding further into anti-vax shit daily on twitter
brownbear: now has a successful career in academia or something
D&E: unknown
I read Tao's book trip and got the uncomfortable feeling I was just reading about someone's nervous breakdown rather than a liberating piece of pop-psychedelia
first time I laughed out loud at a Yea Forums post in forever and it's an old screencap. alas...
>D&E: unknown
I saw D&E posting quite a lot a few days ago.
The real answer for BrownBore is he's got a semi-successful career in doing lighting for TV, has his own business and what not.
it can't be the real D&E
It's always the real D&E. When he isn't having steak and chips with the lads or writing his CoD: Modern Warfare opus, he's posting on Yea Forums.
He was posting with his trip like once a year a few years back, mostly around Christmas. Check the ol archives.
Shoplifting from american apparell was 10 years ago, and I still haven't done anything with my life
ayn rand: dead
is there anything fucking sadder than some nobody tripfag talking about himself 4 years after he posted to 'continue his legend'
christ
>Uh, I'm THE ManlyTears? You know, from "vee"?
>why yes, I was once known as "quentin" and with my loyal diamond dogs I spread a message of peace, love, tolerance, the religious life, and straight edge to all
I would join back up in a heartbeat
>assistant editor for a non-profit vegan dumpsterdiving ezine
Never not chuckle at that one
Until you become one.
Is this the weird mod from /x/?
/ourgirl/ still got it
Sarah Snook would play a great older Megan
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She looks weird in this picture. Like a crazed bipolar goblin
Unironic longtime Meghead here, what's not to love about Liveblog?
Liveblog is dope, why is her twitter locked now though
Her ig too, should we be worried? Is this a cry for help? Are Megan's blessed tootsies the sorest they've been?
>foot guy is also boylefan LARP guy
deepest lore
>gossip thread devolves into footfaggotry
Why am I not surprised
good morning friend
>have sex
What did she mean by that? Is Mira still having sex with Yea Forums? Can women even fap to threads?
i miss teen megan
this thread is genuinely about alt lit figures and by extension their writings, get the fuck out of here COOMER
alt lit figures, their writings, and feet
>D&E: got out out of prison
Now do Tybrax, 3rd, Bunionsting, Isabelle Huppert, TrumanFagote, Fagulous, Caracalla, REI, CAPSFAG.
Is that Mira or Megan?
tao lin has new book coming out check out his instagram
Hello Tao! Nobody cares!
Neither, Megan has disgusting feet.
Those look like Megan's handsome hands
Tao, what were Megan's feet like? She seems to take great pride in them
Being human and male, there is little that can be done to resist Megan's beams, her rays, but wherein her aesthetics we may dwell and searching for her purity most freed of these cosmetic and technologic constructions, we would likely settle upon her remarkable feet, autobiographically documented and portrayed much like professional models who do so only under the contractual toiling of worshipful, doting charlatans who exactingly airbrush and so dishonestly construct beauty purely from the need to sell and ultimately referent to nothing, a virus to command the human machinery to buy. Whole studios work tireless un-invoiced hours to keep the surreal technologically conditioned aesthetics of their clients feet at a level that Megan finds wiggling from her ankles whenever she wakes or eliminates waste so unshod. Winner of lotteries genetic and economic, Megan's feet argue strongly for beauty being atomic and not purely spiritual and libidinal and limbic energies, reeking as much of math as her richly expressed pheromonal biome known to propagate during Megan's frequent artistic fugues, when so departed into a zone of creativity, Megan departs from all conventional hygiene and shuffles about her expressive modes in whichever slippers or boots or Tantric stilts that might so move her process along.
Wow, yeah I've even gotten in a spot of trouble with the GF for having an above the mean frequency of Megan Boyle professional photographs, photos of her feet captured by commercial screenshot software from her Liveblog trailer, even photos of comparable actresses who share anatomical similarities with Megan's feet in greater volume, Danica Patrick being the latest and closest approximation, although her tootsies are a bit absurdly primped and pampered so they often look nearly unreal, like Taylor Swift's or Victoria Beckham's feet, immaculate and perfect to the point of being boring. If Danica Patrick could romp or hike in a whimsical walkabout daintily shod in thin thong flip-flops, collecting whatever plant matter and streaks of soil might stick to her sweatie soles and then without bathing, don trendy sneakers and commence an exotic bender with copious Molly and Molly-familial chemicals, dancing herself to the point she perspires through her denim shorts and actually entirely denudes herself and airs out her lady beef and brappers for a good ten minutes before bending quite boldly into a private car sent to bring her home, then Danica Patrick might, tugging off her sweat-drenched footwear from her festivity-inflammed feet, baring her florid soles and her tops etched by the daylong bonding of sock fabric to her variously dancing, strutting, tip-toeing, Crip-walking tootsies, then Danica might approach Megan's aesthetic level, which presently evades the beautiful Danica largely because she is not bold enough, is not nearly as giving and nurturing of her feminine powers as Megan, her feet missing something essential and mesmerizing that wafts up from Megan's toes in viridian wisps in dank tendrils of aesthetic supremacy, the same as good cheese, axilla or certain varietals of wine. But being such a dedicated artist and not an art-hoe, let alone a celebutard, Megan's not destined to forge a great Wikifeet fan community, but that is precisely what makes her feet so incredible.
>ManlyTears
I still manlytears post whenever I see a manlet desu
>Megan's not destined to forge a great Wikifeet fan community, but that is precisely what makes her feet so incredible.
What a shame. One could summon Megan's feet at least as a Tulpa, na? Have daily discussions with Megan's feet. Think so hard of Megan's feet such that their potency overrides your reality.
Note to self: Need to ask Yea Forums whether one can marry disembodied feet as a waifu.
too new here i guess, but idk brownbare or d&e, can i get a quick rundown please
I think there was a Tumblr facilitated heyday for an e-thot ecology loosely based on gynogenic literary projects focusing on the "alt lit" marketing category
>my books are up here, silly boys!
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Shut the fuck up already, goddamn
this did happen to the bottom of my gamer nuts one time, very relatable
You must let Muse Megan move you, user.
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
>45 posts
>15 unique posters
god you autistic footfags ruin everything
Friendly reminder that tr*pfags are not people and they deserve to be systematically executed
also sage
Polite, germane thread bumps, that's all. God forbid there's any enthusiasm. If there's so supes insightful contribution you were planning to make, I guess we'll all have to wonder about those posts never submitted.
Brownbear really only posted here for the first year or so. There were a bunch of tripfags that congregated around Yea Forums, a lot of that was because Yea Forums was a weird as fuck board to the rest of Yea Forums. It was very much "what are these maymays?" at the height of epic maymay culture, so tripfagging was much more tolerated in a way, or at least treated differently.
Anyway, Brownbear was an undergrad in English lit at Manchester Uni in the UK. He was the kind of person with a lot of energy, I remember having a bit of a go at him for uploading a bunch of secondary literature on Frankenstein that was already readily available. I think he ended up dropping out, nice guy heart in the right place but maybe not the most or best focused.
Deep&Edgy was a legendary tripfag who at one point nearly posted more than anonymous. He was I think undergrad in Ireland, not sure what he was reading but had clearly read a lot of philosophy and was the kind of person who was very ascerbic to anyone that maybe didn't understand the material as well or sometimes in his way of reading it. I think he did fine enough because I remember giving him advice for studying abroad for postgrad. I didn't mind him, but he did rub people up the wrong way and extremely quickly, he posted on /fa/ once and they treated it like a cross board attack. I saw him posting on /fit/ a few years back so he may have become /fitlit/.
The ones I miss are OnionRing and IsabelHuppertJoylessTwat tho.
This is the real D&E for sure.
I'd also mention that Dean posted here for a while too and is part of why I started coming here. I don't think you'd necessarily remember who that was.
>so supes insightful
I enjoy the aesthetics of this.
Megan exudes tip top banter when she wants
Is there anything coherent to "alt-lit?" it seems a socially bounded and necessary experiment in using web and social technology to write, but was found to be distinct in only its vehicles for marketing and did not create anything new
I'll always find the anti-Megan reactions misplaced. As an artist, she attempts to structure her life and live her technique. This inevitably leads to creative nadirs, ruins, wastes, emptiness, especially and almost inevitably after fabricating something vibrant. That these energies fought for survival in the confines of Tao Lin's creative ceiling is perhaps the flagged, restrained, guarded version of Megan presented post Liveblog. Sometimes there's not tons going on. Or else the discovery of the bigger, more interesting project requires a kind of abstinence from the easier rewards. So many things sap our energies and distract us, dispirit us, deplete us. Megan is no different than any of the forelorn posters here, with the main distinction of her having published an impressive set of projects. But we're not all sufficiently different that we should be tearing down Megan of all people. She's notably non-aligned in an absurdly tribalistic era, interesting herself in her process and not the degrading vainglory eroding her peers. She presents a pretty simple roadmap for anyone interesting in being a writer, namely, write and publish, and don't wait for some brilliant momentary genius. If anything, you should be well trained writing and editing and toiling and hating your inadequacies and completely unworthy and terrible and an offense to the literate and only then might you receive that moment of insight, those emotional diodes, that particular flavor of despair. And so practiced and readied by your process you can take to the work of manifesting those moments.
When one attempts Liveblog-prescribed heroic doses of Xanax, Adderall, Opiates and assorted street drugs and homeopathy, they'll feel as a drubbed boxer after long, but there are moments of glittering peace and serenity beforehand, cognitive and psychic peaks Megan ascended religiously. The pharmacologic punches Megan endured were her soul attempting to free itself from our dystopia, to buttress her personal patterns of thought punished and preyed upon by the larger society licking its chops in particular at pretty young girls on which to sell things, a mold welcome to so many girls fortunate to share Megan's genetic lottery, but as bleak as anything else the Pyramid bleats to keep the parade circumambulating. To criticize Megan for creative sterility seems an inevitable projection of our own vacuity. I think we should instead receive Megan as a highly instructive modern muse, having made herself a vessel for the work, having completed it, and having it published, first by Amazon and then by a publisher. A more clear pathway there is not.
idk why you’re equating alt lit with a few of the tripfags. but anyways, heiko julien got metoo’d and i think became a wageslave to cope and probably still shitposts here. roggenbuck became a cuckboy supreme to cover up his impending rape allegations (which ftr we’ren’t even rape allegations, any real artist wouldve scoffed them aside and forged ahead) but got fucked anyways and has since retreated from life all together (this is the danger in literally sureounding yourself with the people you meet online), and scott mcclanahan is holed up in WV still doing god knows what for a living (probably working in a small office or some shit) and working on a new book. hopefully it’ll live up to the hype of the sarah book.
this is basically right though iirc from D&E’s more recent posts he pursued grad for philosophy and idk what became of him after that. im sure he’s oscillating in postdoc limbo if he did follow that route though ive searched through plenty of irish university databases looking for fuckers who’ve done anything related to post-kantian continental philosophy and i havent quite found a dissertation that sounded like any of the concerns/interests D&E had (e.g., rereading Nietzsche, Schoppy, Baudrillard, connections with Eastern metaphysics and value theory, etc.). As for Brownbore, I think he was one of the few legit aspiring academics who frequented the board (along with Isabelle Huppert I think?) and I could totally see him just outgrowing the place after the first wave of newfags post-Sarah Palin and most certaintly by the time gamergate hit. Now the real question is: what happened to Not Bill Murray/Ghost of Mary McCarthy/Pale Flamer and did he die, go schizo, get scared off the site, or what?
I’ve always seen these literally whos spammed here ever so often. Are they just memes or have they actually contributed something to the literary world?
I mean im sure you’ll dismiss this as pseud or whatever but theyre debatably the first generation to explore the literary possibilities of barebones popular internet usage. if not anything, we got dril out of it which was entertaining in its time. i do think they utterly failed and, if anything, proved that the situation of the internet is cannibalistic at best, parasitic at worst, and will require either an oppoing holy crusade or a total immersion/seriousness not capable of anyone from the same dependent generation who first learned how to use this shit alongside learning how to touch their genitals and email properly. it’s like we’re in 2001: a space odyssey and the first monkey just kicked a skull on the ground.
I know thats a lot of soiboi references for one post. Go kill yourself.
>the situation of the internet is cannibalistic at best, parasitic at worst
Elaborate pls
I hate the way you've said it, but I agree with you.
If i wasnt a mobilefag i would in a more coherent way but just look at the way various literary communities have attempted to survive on the internet. go read joshua cohen’s review of richard yates. go read shoplifting in america and it compare to literally anything ever written outside of the influence of the internet. go watch roggenbuck’s earlier videos or go read heiko juliens n+1 piece and then compare that to the twitter mob that tore them to shreds. go look at the circlejerk of self-congratulatory pc culture on roxane gay’s twitter (who, for the record, played a significant role in HTMLgiant throughout the course of its history). Go look at the weird oscillation between clowns like Kenneth Goldsmith writing think pieces for The New Yorker and Patricia Lockwood getting paid literal piles of cash to read scat porn to middlebrow audiences (not to mention LRB lectures) and compare that to the more serious/dramatically underwhelming tone of Justin Taylor and Joshua Cohen exchanging book reviews about shit no one cares about. And then go see how #MeToo happened years earlier via the SJW strain of tumblrites who sniped Lin before he even published his most popular work. It’s all weird and paranoia inducing and what dod we get for it? Some autistic asian scribbling away about pesticides in New Jersey? An unfunny dyke playing Elizabeth Bishop in Savannah, GA? The daughter of a fucking member of Black Flag pretending to read The Recognitions and then literally printing her tweets? Meghan Boyle’s feet?
completely agree, the part of him describing his post-DMT experience was painful to read.
>Joshua Cohen
>Roggenbuck
>Heiko Julien
>Kenneth Goldsmith
>Patricia Lockwood
>Justin Taylor
Literally who?
why the fuck would you keep track of all these nobodies? is this what "discord" does to a person's brain?
and just to add one more thing: if you ever met any of these people irl you would understand why i fume more than i articulate. have you ever watched a fucking postdoc play master of ceremonies in his basement and let his mistress read poems about her caterpillar so he can get laid later and the turn the mike over to an unabashed Panic at the Disco fanboy who reads from his livejournal entries from ten years ago (which im sure were doctored) while making witty remarks to Deleuze? Have you ever had to sit around the living room of one of these douchebags watching people anxiety-dance ironically to the three-quarters empty keg of pbr and talk about how much they miss living in a place with “real vegan” farmer’s markets? Have you ever had to try to discuss actual literature with these faggots only to have them chortle about how no one “really reads DFWs” while pulling up the latest Horse E-Books tweets? This shit made me seriously suicidal at one point in my life.
t. apart of a group tangentially related to a few of the lesser alt lit guys circa right before the BLM movement happened and then all the #MeToo stuff took hold.
It just happened dude idk boredom and social media makes it easy.
You’re probably way more removed from this than you think and that’s a good thing. Don’t waste your time. Don’t engage. Stick to the classics and what you actually enjoy rather than some peddler who’s trying to sale you “newness” and “promise.”
it's funny how the worst parodies are always outpaced by the real thing nowadays. i can't imagine what it's like to be in a room full of living twitter profiles. i hope you someday find the courage to eliminate them all. use your insider knowledge of this tumor's location for good.
Reminder that 239 used to be fatasfatass in the 90's. What changed? Was it Sept 11?
>what hump?
I love feet~
Delicious.
239 is still a fatass weight. Obesity is just on the rise, with nearly 50% of people in the USA being clinically obese, so more people take offense to it being considered fat.
>239 is still a fatass weight.
But not fatasfatass. And 300lbs was unbelievable disability "My 600lb Life" weight.
>Kelly's Krush Korner - Megan Boyle
>I was surprised to discover in Megan's book that she's slept with a few women and loves their feet. Anytime homo behavior is added to the list of things I know about a person, I immediately start liking them more.
>I was surprised to discover in Megan’s book that she’s slept with a few women. I want to say the exact number is four, but my copy of her book is on the floor, just out of reach of my hand, and I’m too lazy to reach over and use my fingers to bring it closer so I can check my facts. Also, I have really bad cramps and it’s a little too hot in my apartment right now, so I feel like the chances of me performing any excess movements are pretty out of the question. Anytime homo behavior can be added to the list of things I know about a person, I automatically start liking them even more. I pick up on “sassy” facial expressions that I may not have noticed before. I receive Megan's glances at my feet as more than innocent curiosity.
>On a surface level I feel like Megan Boyle is very attractive. She has dark hair and is funny and does stuff with her life, so right away she skyrockets above most people who are wading around in the dating pool of life. She’s not really in that pool anymore, though, because she’s married.
>To conclude this, I’m gonna flip through her book with my eyes closed and point at a sentence. That sentence will be the number one thing that you and I need to hear right now and it is: “after that I read in the park until things started to bite me.”
>Anytime homo behavior can be added to the list of things I know about a person, I automatically start liking them even more.
I pick up on “sassy” facial expressions that I may not have noticed before.
You just instantly know 100% that a woman wrote this
Pure. Entropy. What a slow death.
Do any anons have a copy of autohagiography by A...N (gnOme books)?
>Pure. Entropy.
c.r.i.n.g.e.
bump
Anons, let's be real. Are we bumping this thread because Megan Boyle is fascinating, hot, maybe irresistible? Fine. But we really ought to be bumping the thread in service to the artistic creations shown possible by Megan and her friends. Do we want to compose our own autofiction? Do we wish to blog and do so in an original way? Is there a subject you'd write about everyday for a year? If we cannot respond to those questions with our own efforts, what are we?
just watched some of this dopey cunts videos
does she do/think anything remotely valuable or is she just another dumb attention whore pandering to Yea Forums-pseuds
Pseud here. I'd sooner Megan pander to me than this loser. I'll take my response off thread.
Realistically, why would Mr. Burns have set the disability limit at 300 pounds? You can weigh that much and still do your job in a nuke plant, especially a job as mindless as Homer's. I'm surprised he was that generous, honestly.
The Americas truly grow exceptionally sized humans.
It's part of a broader process, user. What sort of stimulatory strength are you expecting? Should it have been more disassociative? More media rich? Should it have been optimized for an ASMR audience or composed by simulated filters to make Megan more cartoonish? Perhaps you're making ridiculous demands of a form that has always been fancy journaling or else film. Megan is clearly the former. I know there's many so far gone in these parts and they're like snapping crippled animals. Perhaps we are all exactly that. But we are crippled by the rich media pickling our expectations. It's not enough for us to merely watch hot girls but watch them at a great scale and to get to summon their blessings by donating at their altars. It's truly hilarious that such models are normal, mundane even. But Megan faces the fact that dopaminergic dulled audiences will find simple witness and timeliness and composition as unpleasantly constrained, lacking tits, whiskers, canine ears and cartoonized slang.
To know of Megan and resist her haunting, her demi-pointe pirouetting, the twirling with icey sizzurp and fragrant blunts aloft, a muse visaged as an ornamental sarcophagus for Pharaoh's favored mistress, gilded, angular, sculptural flourishes and finery, to feel in her Fairy American Princess story not the suspense of her own survival, to not receive salient beneath the nearly ironic hotness her turmoil, her loathing, her unsparing self skewering, you have shuttered off some part of your soul, disconnecting yourself by some hideous protocol from the greater human project.
I am 100% convinced all anti-megan sentiments are written by Megan herself. But I'm not certain why she does this yet
I want to see a Preggo Meggo
The metaphor no doubt escaped Mira
>thirst traps are the future of Literature, heehee
>Mira's not that gross, r-right?
>where's the local Yea Forums meetup, sailor?
Skip this one no-fappers
What the FUCK is this thread?
>psoomerbrain
what does this word mean
i love megan boyle and her youtube videos resonate with me.
thats not megan boyle where is her lazy eye
I wondered about her strabismus
Damn, I should have listened. The call of her feet is too strong, almost siren-like.
Age at first time: 18 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, 0 days
Age at present: 23 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, 2 days
Total penetrative sex partners: 21
Total males: 21
Total females: 2 (2 not mentioned, I'm not sure they count as sex, it was just making out and fingering)
Total oral sex partners: 20-30
Oral sex giving to receiving ratio: 9:3 (probably)
Total official relationships: 4
Total ambiguous relationships: 9
Total one night stands: 11
Total partners I've said "I love you" to: 3, and maybe two .5's
Total partners who have said "I love you" to me: 3.5
Alcohol involved in first sexual encounter: 13
Marijuana involved in first sexual encounter: 2
Total STD's: 0
Total pregnancies: 0
Butt sex: 0
Came on my face: 0
Came on my tits/stomach/back/ass: 2+
Asked beforehand: 2
Places I've had sex: All rooms a house can have (not counting the garage), car, on a blanket under a tree, the woods, public bathroom, maybe - probably, laundry room, trampoline, started to on the top/roof of a construction site at night (he was not a construction worker).
patriot
>ywn hotbunk with Megan
>you will never cross the prime meridian with Megan
I don't know what these words mean. Are you in the Navy? I want to join but I don't want to be raped by other men. I loved Moby-Dick and V.
I love the Navy, they're a nation unto themselves. The neptune initiation ceremony happens at the equator not the prime meridian
>en.m.wikipedia.org
>Butt sex: 0
no longer true according to her ask.fm
Megan should seriously write about Sapphic life aboard a submarine or a frigate
She invested so many squats in that butt, she makes me feel African vigor quavering my meager Caucasoid veins
damn megan FUCKS, did not expect that desu, this is also 10 years ago.
>Total oral sex partners: 20-30
>Oral sex giving to receiving ratio: 9:3
Suspicious.
>ratio: 9:3
ffs
Damn, she got some DNAze in her dentistry
speaking of alt lit nobodies, whatever happened to this chick?
a tiny imprint in my country is putting out her book, which in 2019 feels a bit like … idk starting a nirvana knockoff band in 1999 or something
>no foot stuff
Did she memory hole those stats?
The protease in Megan's saliva will have cleaved and chopped through the 300 ml of ejaculated materials pumped into her mouth by variously groomed literary peens, so if you don't want her cheerios, you're an anti science cum phobic anti science chud
What's with alt-lit girls and their obsession with feet?
Audience bait, comparable to Professor Wallace's bandana, toothpick and zippo lighter tricks
So their readers are teenaged tumblrinas, and weirdos that let the girl be in charge and only want to take a sniff. Got it.
It's the kind of ratio you come up with if you've had oral sex 12 times, and the number of partners you'd get if you exaggerated but don't want to commit to a specific amount (and possibly vice versa ;)).
I'm also assuming not a fan of 69ing from the black and whiteness of the stats. I love a good 69.
Moreso a glut of footsexual sadboys, aspirational cucks, cuntbuster Harpies and grungy clam jammers that happen to all respond positively to feet content in terms of KPIs, click through, time spent on site and such. Analytics basically revealed feet are good marketing. There's no downside and there's way more positive inclinations than the comparably miniscule fetish community
t. Netflix analyst
lying about the headcount would be even more of a reason to simplify the fraction, in addition to, you know, the very basics of taste
Your digits sing the dirge for those men lost to Megan's microbial maw
It's people being unsure about math that gives away the lie. I don't buy that someone was comfortable simplifying down to 9:3 from I guess 18:6 and then didn't see they could put 3:1. I do buy that a really very plain looking girl trying to put forward she's a party girl doubled her sex partner numbers, gave the actual numbers for how many people were giving versus not and knew she didn't have to change the ratio despite increasing the number because she learnt that in school.
Not anything definite, but it's the sort of thing that raises my suspicions that someone is not being totally above board.
Just business
I just want a girl that would let me suck her feet and worship her anus and be kind to me and treat me like my mommy or my princess and I would love if Mira were that girl, I don't even care about muh relationship
I wonder if that explains Tarantino's latest flick...
Very disgusting!
I thought foot fetish was supposed to be extremely common like 1/4 people
Mira pls respond
I'LL JUST BE A NIGGER RETARD AND WRITE SOME NONSENSE DOWN AND HAVE OTHER NIGGER RETARDS PAY ME FOR IT
THIS IS MY LIFE AND IT SHOULD BE YOURS TOO
SUBMIT TO JUDAISM PLEEEEEASE
here's some dank as quotes, Megheadz:
>I want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of Doritos at a party
>Being sick feels like you're wearing someone else's glasses.
>Solestry needs to be a thing again. I think I'd be good at it.
>I could never be a sports writer, unless my assignment was to write 'sports sports sports sports sports' for three pages.
>Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.
>Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.
>If someone asks me where I bought something I’m wearing, I will usually say I don’t remember.
>I can't believe food costs money.
hey, Megheadz, this is another underrated work of Megan's:
>magazine.nytyrant.com
>most of the time at sea was spent playing ‘war games.’ dad’s ship would leave from rhode island and a submarine would leave from connecticut at the same time. dad’s job was to use radar to track the submarine as if it was the enemy. if the submarine crew detected someone tracking them, they were supposed to turn off the submarine to appear invisible to the radar. if the ship crew ‘caught’ the submarine before the submarine crew knew about it, they’d send depth charges (‘cap gun missiles that just made noise’) down to it. the submarine would surface and they’d say ‘hi, good job’ to each other. one time the submarine went off the radar for a long time. dad’s ship continued sending depth charges but it stayed dormant. they got worried and stopped. the submarine surfaced. it was russian. dad said ‘and then they blinked their lights, you know, morse code, they said: ‘hi how are you.’ we said ‘hi we are fine.’ and it went along on its way. it was just there, in connecticut, a russian submarine!’
>john f. kennedy and jackie kennedy and walter cronkite were on dad’s ship, the joseph p. kennedy (‘john was on the ship because he wanted his brother’s name to be historic’), during the blockade. there were a lot of ships and jets. the whole navy, maybe. sounded really exciting, i’m not describing it well. russian ships were moving towards cuba so they could attack the u.s. and the u.s. found out. all the russian ships retreated but one merchant ship. dad said four or five guys from his ship got on a small boat (he described as ‘from here to the other side of the room’ i said ‘like one of the lifeboats on the cruise ship?’ he said ‘yeah, yeah, almost exactly like that, yeah. a little smaller’) to make sure there were no missiles on the russian merchant ship. he said ‘and then we told them to go back to russia, and they did. they didn’t really do a thorough check of the ship, the guys. everyone was nervous.’ he said something about khrushchev. jesus, wonder if i can describe…he ‘acted’ the conversation between JFK and khrushchev with a lot of attitude, like this: ‘khrushchev said ‘look at our ships, look at what we can do.’ and we said ‘oh yeah? well look at our ships, think about what we can do.’ the merchant ship was just khrushchev saying ‘don’t forget, i’m not afraid to do this, too.’ so we said ‘oh we see that you can do that. you’d better not do any more though, because look at us.’ he was giggling kind of, seemed really happy to tell this story.
Fine but where is sunhawk
sup, Megalopolisians, found this to be an interesting analysis on Liveblog, rarely discussed:
The liveblog quickly becomes a “hellish, repetitive” document. Instead of vaulting Megan into productivity and well-adjustment it becomes just another responsibility. Worse, it’s one that reminds her that life needs no organizing principle but time; all it requires is that you not die. “the only thing I have to look forward to is some idea that it’s not going to be ‘now’ someday,” she writes. “it’s always going to be now though.”
Megan begins leaving entire days, and then weeks, blank; documenting a relationship with a “private” guy referred to as “[omitted]” makes her anxious. The entire project makes her anxious. Her fantasies of producing only the liveblog for the rest of her life dissipate into an exasperated poll of her readers: Should she attempt a more traditional writing career? Early on, an ex-boyfriend whom she still sleeps with tells her, drunkenly, “your openness seems like an attack on your readers.” Publishing hundreds of thousands of words about your life implies you think other people should care; a private journal was an option. At 4:22 pm on April 20, Megan notes “something I have found shocking”:
>no one has called me out on how self-absorbed/obsessed I am . . . how it’s weird that my lifestyle is to rarely sleep and talk almost exclusively to my parents, who I also live with, how irresponsible I am about my physical and mental health and how drugs are bad and I’m addicted . . . I don’t know whether to say ‘thank you’ or . . . No one really cares. . . . here, I’ll do it for you: MEGAN YOU ARE NOT HAPPY LIVING THIS WAY . . . YOU IDIOT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE ALIVE MUCH LONGER IF YOU CONTINUE ON LIKE THIS SO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT ALREADY DO YOU WANT TO BE ALIVE OR NOT.
Probably still lazily reviewing books at his mom's place.
I can't remember if he was the absolute origin of this, but one of the reasons this was a thing was that Richard Herring was doing it.
as in he was doing a project similar to Liveblog? a daily Autofiction?
He was (and is) writing something every single day without fail for several years richardherring.com
It's his exercise against writer's block pretty much.
thank you, user, i'll check it out
I couldn't remember when he started it, here's the first entry richardherring.com
November 2002... Jesus time is incessant.
I have about a hundred pages left in Liveblog. It's a bit dull at times, but I keep reading. Does anyone want to talk about it?
I do, user. You first, unless you insist otherwise.
I only recently realized Megan was suicidal, which makes the entire Liveblog document so dreadful, makes Megan so much more menaced. I fear for her now. I worry. I regret poking fun or even saying anything but positivity. I feel she has better friends now, she must. But she escaped death so narrowly. How far is she from her own weaving spiders?
Have you finished it?
>the morning of september 12 i got arrested for driving with a suspended license, spent the day in a holding cell, got out ~1AM, bought a BLT and a 6-pack of something and drank/ate on the street in chinatown, then i don't remember much but i'm told i ate 92 benadryl pills and (?) ambien*, took a cab to a friend's apartment, made out with cab driver, had a seizure inside apartment, an ambulance took me to harlem hospital, was in a coma for...amount of time...i think 1-2 days, woke confused.
>i was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and polysubstance dependence.
>*i don't remember what made me want to buy/eat all the pills but i don't think it was because of the jail thing. those are just the events precipitating hospitalization. i've felt 'normal' and like i want to be alive since waking from the coma. also feel some guilt/shame/embarrassment for inconveniencing the friend who called the ambulance and making my parents worry. ultimately it seems funny and absurd...the whole thing...i was hospitalized for bureaucratic/legal reasons...didn't know it was illegal to try to kill yourself. would sometimes commiserate with other patients about how being forced to stay in the hospital to 'get better' (which basically meant completing a 'sentence' with a length dependent on your ability to convince a team of mental health professionals that you no longer want to die and understood your suicide attempt was caused by your mental illness/substance abuse) was actually making life feel worse. i liked the hospital though. can predict feeling nostalgic for it and like this was...like...a something...nevermind.
Yes, I've read it once and religiously consult its days as a horoscope
Poor girl
Megan has seen some shit
They should give out medals for surviving womanhood
There's some posts in this thread I can't tell if they're meant to be taken literally or ironically.
yeah i dont understand the feet thing. is it a Yea Forums meme? im almost 200 pages into liveblog and havent encountered any feet
It seems like thread is full of nostalgia for the old-Yea Forums. Seeing this I'm glad that it's gone.
>September 12th
Are you funnin' us, user? Liveblog only goes until September 1st.
>it's funny how the worst parodies are always outpaced by the real thing nowadays.
Why do I have the feeling this could be turned into a great, but very painful to watch movie or series?
SWIM: Did you take a vacation?
M2013: not exactly, haha. i’ve been in a psych ward. er, two, i guess.
SWIM: Is that why you stopped liveblogging?
M2013: kind of… wait, i don’t know. my memory is really weird.
SWIM: Your last liveblog update was September 1, 2013. Do you remember what you did after that?
M2013: not all of it. i know i was admitted to harlem hospital september 13 and i was admitted to the hospital in maryland september 17, because i had to sign some papers.
SWIM: What happened September 13?
M2013: i got arrested for driving with a suspended license and spent a day in a holding cell in chinatown. i guess that was the twelfth, actually, because mine was the last case heard that day, and i got out after midnight. it seemed like a good time to end it. i’d been bingeing on uppers with my friend. but i also felt terrible that day. i bought a six-pack and three bottles of what i think was store-brand unisom. oh, and a blt. it’s my favorite sandwich. so i sat on a curb and drank the beer and ate the blt and two bottles of pills. i was fading out and i guess the street started seeming like a bad place to die. i called the friend i’d been bingeing with and got in a cab to his place. he said i was like, “let me die here. this is the last place i was happy,” and i got in his bathtub and swallowed the third bottle. then i guess i started having seizures and he called an ambulance. i was in a coma for three or something days. then my parents made me go to the other hospital. now i’m here.
SWIM: Was that your “plan”?
M2013: yeah. it was stupid. i thought the only reason people don’t die from overdoses is because they don’t eat enough pills. whoops.
SWIM: Do you still want to die?
M2013: no. i don’t remember wanting to die. i mean, obviously, i did stuff to make it happen. i just don’t remember how it felt to want to die. i know i had been writing a lot but i don’t remember what it felt like to want to write. i tried to write in the hospital but it felt so bad. or i didn’t care about what i was writing, which i knew should feel bad, because writing was something i remembered caring about for maybe years. ever since i woke, everyone but my friend has just been treating me like an insane person who wants to die. so i had to pretend they were right, until they’d let me out.
>Seeing this I'm glad that it's gone.
Because looking back it was even greater misery than the new one?
cursed thread, what the fuck
At this point I'm still stunned. I had never fully grasped whatever beset Megan. It seems ridiculous to regard my prior version of her, an exaggerated creature of youth and femininity and enough brains to fully get it and with a full awareness takes to her own Miley Cyrus-esque blooming, something simultaneously inspired and bored by her country's broadcasted cinematic drug binges, ingesting powerful pharmaceutical-grade materials as a breakfast, a pill-popping modular pod of a person like the great majority of people. But Megan also used fun drugs, and veered the pharmaceutical grade stuff into experimental off-label combinations. She had a flare for it like the best do. And of course something like that cannot last, but many days her ingestion was closer to the per capita gut mass of ingested pills normalized across the continent. So, how deviant was she? Plus, she's young, and a woman, and these seem to give many of them a strange invulnerability, or something nearly like that. They have a power that we're perhaps too crude or degraded to fully comprehend in popular terms. They're "hot!" we might venture. Phenomena seem to flare and coil in service to them. Their faces, their emotions wield so much power. However down Megan might seem in the Liveblog, I assumed there were the recharge periods where she'd serve herself and heal or be fawned over and have various people eating from her palm, where she'd come to a point of reference more serene and sharp and perhaps make Liveblog more of a performance, knowing she could return to that less destructive mode. She could duck behind cover and her twenty-something energies would just eek her back to beaming bopping Megan at the beat of her pulse. That she survived to this point may indicate such energies were snapping inside her, keeping the Americana programmed incongruous shambles shuffling. I almost wish Megan were born to a different culture, a healthier era. She seems like a coral that is poisoned in our runoff, impossible to know her fruition until we fix all that surrounds and impedes Megan. To learn the extent that she was not invulnerable, that her spiders had weaved so nasty a web to include the compulsive suicidal act, again and again, that each Xanax and amphetamine was slowly subtracting from her, that female energies may not be so mystical or else may have exhausted themselves entwined in the horrible society dying around young women too, it's sobering.
the archives have been very fruitful to me and I feel completely inadequate to prior posters. for completely free, so many highly educated, thoughtful people composed great resources, insights, opinions and i feel sometimes like they're virtual advisers pointing the investigator on to a new direction
holy shit, senpai, Megazord visited us
Huh?
so this is a different person than Ciara?
we're all the same person user