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andrew+van+uden 21/01/03(Sun)04:07 No. 18147 [Reply]

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best work by marx and why is it capital?

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24/12/19(Thu)01:29 No. 18629

>>18147
Marx to Engels correspondence 1882, Marx to Engels in Manchester:
>The Jewish nigger Lassalle who, I’m glad to say, is leaving at the end of this week, has happily lost another 5,000 talers in an ill-judged speculation. The chap would sooner throw money down the drain than lend it to a ‘friend’, even though his interest and capital were guaranteed. In this he bases himself on the view that he ought to live the life of a Jewish baron, or Jew created a baron (no doubt by the countess). Just imagine! This fellow, knowing about the American affair, etc., and hence about the state of crisis I’m in, had the insolence to ask me whether I would be willing to hand over one of my daughters to la Hatzfeldt as a ‘companion’, and whether he himself should secure Gerstenberg’s (!) patronage for me! The fellow has wasted my time and, what is more, the dolt opined that, since I was not engaged upon any ‘business’ just now, but merely upon a ‘theoretical work’, I might just as well kill time with him! In order to keep up certain dehors vis-à-vis the fellow, my wife had to put in pawn everything that wasn’t actually nailed or bolted down!

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24/12/21(Sat)00:13 No. 18633

>>18629
Asinine nigger. No wonder North Korea looks like it does.

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Space Waves Dorothea Howe 26/03/17(Tue)03:46 No. 19075

With its basic but fascinating action, Space Waves will keep you focused and striving to conquer each wave. Can you negotiate the complexity and ride the wave of victory? See how far you can get in space waves, a colorful platform game. Click https://space-waves.co to start your adventure!

José Saramago 19/08/03(Sat)16:47 No. 18003 [Reply]

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What do you think of José Saramago? I read 'The Elephant's Journey' and thought it was good. His style really drew me in and was very clever. Curious to know if anyone has read any of his other works and what they thought of them.

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19/09/05(Thu)00:12 No. 18021

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I'm probably about to start writing a thesis on his work in the next few months, I've read most of his work and over the next 9 months, I'll probably have read all of it. I think from that it's pretty obvious what I think of him. What do you wanna know? I'll try to answer as best I can

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26/03/15(Sun)00:28 No. 19074

I was wondering if you had read Blindness and if you thought it makes sense stylistically

newblogvip mizukixxa 22/03/30(Wed)07:25 No. 18233 [Reply]

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https://www.newblogvip.com
A man was going to the house of some rich person. As he went along the road, he saw a box of good apples at the side of the road. He said, "I do not want to eat those apples; for the rich man will give me much food; he will give me very nice food to eat." Then he took the apples and threw them away into the dust.
He went on and came to a river. The river had become very big; so he could not go over it. He waited for some time; then he said, "I cannot go to the rich man's house today, for I cannot get over the river."
He began to go home. He had eaten no food that day. He began to want food. He came to the apples, and he was glad to take them out of the dust and eat them.

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26/01/15(Thu)22:07 No. 18999

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https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/bob-black-the-abolition-of-work
>No one should ever work.
>Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost any evil you’d care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.
>That doesn’t mean we have to stop doing things.
>Curiously—or maybe not—all the old ideologies are conservative because they believe in work. Some of them, like Marxism and most brands of anarchism, believe in work all the more fiercely because they believe in so little else.

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26/01/15(Thu)23:11 No. 19000

>>18999
>Curiously—or maybe not—all the old ideologies are conservative because they believe in work.
Daoism doesn't. In Buddhism too, a householder life is pretty much incompatible with enlightenment, and hermits have it best.
But, ultimately, this plane was designed to enable murder and theft and make working necessary. And it belongs to those who crave this kind of existence, and those who reject it are outsiders destined to leave soon.

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26/03/07(Sat)15:13 No. 19067

>>19000
Daoism and Buddhism are religions, not ideologies.

The Flatlands 26/03/06(Fri)22:02 No. 19064 [Reply]

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>Enter my world.
>Welcome.

https://bartholomey.github.io/the_lake_redoubt/

Anonymous 26/02/21(Sat)08:46 No. 19051 [Reply]

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Can someone give me a random story for me, Cause i don't want to write it..Its for homework

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26/03/02(Mon)23:10 No. 19061

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Here you go, OP. Random, as you requested.

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26/03/02(Mon)23:26 No. 19062

>>19061
>games4esl

kek

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26/03/06(Fri)21:56 No. 19063

Yes.

2. I wrote a light novel about J-pop. I've stopped writing 26/02/11(Wed)17:14 No. 19035 [Reply]

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1. Invincible

Synopsis:
A college freshman suddenly manifests powers on par with Superman—flight, invulnerability, strength beyond measure. Within weeks, fear and paranoia twist him into something far worse than a savior. In a single catastrophic day, he wipes out a third of the world’s population.

As humanity reels, an alien civilization arrives. Not conquerors. Not exterminators. Investors.

Earth, they announce, is now prime real estate—ripe for acquisition and resale on the galactic market.

The young superhuman, drowning in guilt and hunted as the greatest mass murderer in history, is the only being powerful enough to stop them. To save a planet he nearly destroyed, he must confront the terrifying truth:

He may not deserve to be its hero.

2. Tokyo Kitchen

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love writing stuff ThreeFour 26/02/12(Thu)15:37 No. 19048

good to get it out your system instead of letting it fester

I like the part about alien investors, this is very intelligent to remember that the motivation behind anything is always the same thing.

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26/02/12(Thu)16:55 No. 19049

Last time I tried writing something (original)
It was critisized and broken down before I had finished or even shown anybody.
They said I was rambling.

3. I wrote a light novel about J-pop. I've stopped writing 26/02/12(Thu)09:25 No. 19047 [Reply]

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1. Invincible

Synopsis:
A college freshman suddenly manifests powers on par with Superman—flight, invulnerability, strength beyond measure. Within weeks, fear and paranoia twist him into something far worse than a savior. In a single catastrophic day, he wipes out a third of the world’s population.

As humanity reels, an alien civilization arrives. Not conquerors. Not exterminators. Investors.

Earth, they announce, is now prime real estate—ripe for acquisition and resale on the galactic market.

The young superhuman, drowning in guilt and hunted as the greatest mass murderer in history, is the only being powerful enough to stop them. To save a planet he nearly destroyed, he must confront the terrifying truth:

He may not deserve to be its hero.

2. Tokyo Kitchen

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2. I wrote a light novel about J-pop. I've stopped writing. 26/02/10(Tue)23:11 No. 19033 [Reply]

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Far from the chaos of the restaurant—
Inside a car, the Leader drove with both hands steady on the wheel. City lights reflected off the windshield like an artificial constellation.
“Did you eat?” he asked.
The City Boy, seated in the passenger seat, scrolled through a review app.
“Not yet. There’s a new café in Shimokitazawa. Opened two weeks ago.”
“That’s where we’re going. And where you’ll meet the rest of the group.”
The City Boy’s face lit up.
“So that means I’m officially part of the group now?”
“Looks like it. Congratulations.”
“Years of training…”
“They finally paid off.”
The traffic light turned red.
For a brief moment, the Leader rested his forehead against the steering wheel.
On stage, he was the father.
The responsible one.
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I wrote a light novel about J-pop. I've stopped writing. 26/02/10(Tue)23:03 No. 19031 [Reply]

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This is one of them.
A story about a J-pop idol group that dies on stage and wakes up inside a world that resembles a game.
Ten men in total.
Among them, two are traitors.
And one is a jester—
a role that exists only to disrupt, mislead, and laugh as everything collapses.
To return to Earth, they must play a cruel game of trust and accusation.
This is not a story about idols.
It is a story about what remains when the spotlight disappears.

Stacks of takeout boxes formed crude barricades.
Plastic cups lay overturned across the floor, nameless casualties of a forgotten skirmish.
Disposable chopsticks were scattered everywhere, as if someone had tried—desperately—to fight back with them.
And at the center of the wreckage—
Eight idols.
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3. I wrote a six-chapter light novel. I’ve stopped writing. 26/02/10(Tue)08:24 No. 19029 [Reply]

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Chapter 4

Where the Signal Can’t Reach

The meeting point lay beyond the network.
The address led me to an old underground maintenance station, built before cities became intelligent. No sensors. No drones. No projected displays.
My phone lost signal halfway down the stairs.
For the first time in days, the silence was real.
Others were already there.
Different ages, different faces—but none had visible implants. No floating. No data projections. No perfect stiffness.

—You’re late,
a man said, leaning against a rusted pillar.

—That says enough already.
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