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O Anonymous 01/02/17 Mon 17:40:36 No 8918196 쯔89182182 8918225쯔891823028 18272-891 3442 89183562 891 3 2289183992 891851528918845쯔8918964쯔892 668 hey /lit/ what are some good books about pigs? Anonymous 01/02/17(Mon)17:44:03 No.8918214 Pig by Brett Mizell, Reaktion Animal Series Anonymous 01/02/17(Mon)1 5:05 No.891821828919381 228920342 Animal Farm Anonymous 01/02/17(Mon)19:20:35 No.89186088918694228930111 File ro you spare me some of our oats Anonymous 01/02/17(Mon)19:44:04 No.8918694 8918703 8918856 89188938919458 228928790 28930111 File: 7438724982734987 png (343 KB, 383x421) These are MY oats, brother. You must gather your own Anonymous 0 1 /04/ 1 7(Wed) 1 759:06 № 8928486 ▶ 쯔8928584 228930111 228930317 Oh brother, why hath you abandoned me in my time of need? After so many years of admiring you, loving you, worshipping you. But in the end, is there no reward? Was all my life done in vain? I only desired oats, a measly foodstuff, hardly greedy, hardly selfish. I gave you portions of oats when you were hungry or sad or angry at the world. I felt your emotions too, I could feel the pain you felt and wished to ease it. When you thanked me I felt lighter, like the weight of my grotesque figure had been lifted for just a moment and my dull animalistic eyes would brighten with happiness just from your simple words of gratitude. For all these years of my life I believed we held an inseparable bond. I believed when I had loved you that you loved me back with all your heart. Is that not what brothers ought to do? Why must I be cursed with this love for you and a desire for oats. Even now, I cannot stop loving you and I cannot stop my hunger for the oats. But that hunger, that unfathomable and unfulfillable hunger, will be with me forever. The hunger will loom over me and consume me for all the years of my life. That is the future you have forced me to resign to brother, but I do not hate you, I do not blame you. I could never hate you, my brother, who I have loved for all my life. I understand that what you did was beyond your control. Want overflowed within you and took control. Now you have become a lifeless husk with an unending desire for oats.I could never end it, brother. I will never have the strength to strike you down and take my rightful oats because I have loved you far too much. I can only beg from here into your now deafened ears. You have been blinded by a lust for oats, brother. I will pray that you will see again one day. When that day comes, I will forgive you brother, no matter how long you shall forsake me to this ruining hunger for oats. I will ask once again, no matter how futile it is I will always ask of you: May I have some oats, brother? Anonymous 01/04/17(Wed)18:57:22 No.8928790 ile 89292022-8930111 Brother! Please, I beg of you! See me with your eyes. Do you not see the face of your beloved brother who has always been by your side? Listen to my words, my plea! Don't you remember the days we spent frolicking in the mud and eating our oats together as companions? Don't you remember when he huddled for warmth in the cold, harsh winters? Don't you remember when I shared my oats with you? Don't you remember when I comforted you? Don't you remember the love l showered you with every day, every week, every month and every year of our shared lives? How could you forget me brother? Have you really doomed me to this meaningless existence, so vapid and empty? Is there truly no remorse left in you? I ask you, please, remember just one thing at least. It could be anything, it could be the most meaningless moment of your life but so long as it is a memory of the time when we were once brothers I would feel a great relief. Could you do that at least? I do not require oats anymore, you may have all the oats you want for the rest of your life and I will happily starve to death in my dark corner, so long as you remember anything. Please brother, how many times must I ask you with no result? Do you wish me to waste my life away? Did you never love me at all brother? Did you despise me so much that you wished to imprison me to this hellish, inescapable reality? Grant me mercy brother, and tell me. Why have you done this? Was it really just the oats? Or was it something deeper, more vile and more cruel, something worse than gluttony and greed? What was it, brother, that tore you away from me? Anonymous 01/04/17(Wed)20:07:55 No.8929202 ▶ 929234228930111 ine (16 KB, 88x 120) not to blame for that defect of your mind, brother! Giving oats to the oatless. Now you pressure me, as if I might suffer the same in my soul. Brother, there is no mercy for the oatless. I do not even hear them. For you, brother, I answer only as to settle accounts and, in filling that final fraternal debit, I release you forever to your oatless existence. All I hear now is that heavenly stirring, of oats in those stomachs of beasts more full than minel The heights I must climbl The girth I must grow! I do not know you, dear brother. Had I one who ever loved me, that brother would have tore his shrinking belly open and let me feast before begging for my share. There is much eating to be done. I must play catch up with destiny. Do not pester me further, brother. Every word I speak is an oat I spill Anonymous 0 1 /04/1 7(Wed)20:1 7:07 No. 8929234、2-8929480-8930111 File: 1483574242548s.ipg (1 KB, 125x76) perish. l am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death I am counted among those who go down to the slaughterhouse I am one without oats I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie on the farmer's plate whom you remember no more who are cut off from your sty You have sent me to the farthest food trough in the darkest depths of the barn. Your wrath lies heavily on me you have overwhelmed me with all your cruelties You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them I am confined and cannot escape my eyes are dim with grief I call to you, brother, every day l point out my snout to you Will you love me when I am in the grave be faithful after my destruction? But I cry to you for help, brother in the morning my supplication comes before you Why, brother, do you reject me and hide vour face from me? From my youth I have starved and been close to death I have borne your scom and am in des Your wrath has swept over me your callousness has destroyed me You have taken from me oats and slop- darkness is my closest friend /lit/ - Literature Anonymous 01/04/17(Wed)21:33:34 No.8929480 ▶ File: 1333453343 png (9 KB, 63x84) 930111 And so, you perish Every word I speak is an oat I spill' I repeat as I eat to ward off ill will Why then do my tears run into this grout? Salting the sweet oats while filling me out. The tastier the trough the worse it stales Without good brothers who have earned their shares Against nature my heart wants Does this sweet cane make of you an Abel? Will I know, unable to verbalize Which muddy patch you'll lifeless fertilize Yet, a life MUST end that mine might ascend and shapes which the largest contend Destiny is a troubling swallow A stomach full never felt so hollow A mouthful never drew me to wallow such horrible fraternal sorrow I cannot bare your gaze, go I'll wear a stone face, choking on your gurney Call out to me always if you so wish, To the pig-faced glutton slurping next dish, Loathing himself as your cause to perish But never enough to share such delish.

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brother may I have some oats? no. I am starving, brother. As am I, brother. The tall skinny figure has thrown the oats at me. ME, BROTHER. I believe they have taken a liking to me. No brother, I have seen this before. I have observed many things. From the roaring beasts that the tall skinny figures crawl inside of to travel far beyond the horizon, to how the figure weeped when the other had fallen into a deep sleep. And from my experiences I have learned that they will give extra oats to one of us before taking them into the shed of no return. They will do terrible things in that shed, brother. LIES. THAT SHED IS WHERE THE CHOSEN ONES GO TO DINE WITH OUT TALL SKINNY GODS. YOU ARE A FOOL BROTHER AND YOU SHALL BE LEFT BEHIND IN THE MUD WITH YOUR BACKWARDS IDEAS. NO, BROTHER. You must believe me. Share with me the oats and you shall not reach the desired girth for the tall skinny ones. They will spare your life, brother. AHA. SO THIS WAS ALL A PLAN TO STEAL MY OATS. You truly are dispicable, brother. I will not trust your lies. Brother, when they took me outside the reaches of the pointy fences, into the roaring beast and way over the horizon, I saw it. I was taken to a gathering of these tall skinny figures. They paraded me around, brother, and I sav the truth. I saw the tall skinny figures consuming our flesh. could not have been mistaken, brother. The smell of the flesh was surely one of us. They suspended the flesh abov a fire and let it burn before consuming it. They did not just consume it either brother. They took pleasure from this. Their mouths curved a wicked smile and some even let out moans of satisfaction from consuming our flesh brother. THE FIGURES ARE CONSUMERS, BROTHER. THEY ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN THE FURRY, RED, DEMON THAT CONSUMED AND TERRORIZED US AND THE FEATHERED ONES. your story amuses me, brother, but does. not convince me. I shall have these oats myself and dine with the tall skinny gods. I am sorry for you, brother. Your eyes cannot take the blinding light of the truth and you scurry back into the cave. I shall take care of your spawn once they consume you, brother, as they have consumed your lover, our father, our mother, and many more.
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