by Anonymous
I was a 20 year old lad a month ago feeling gloomy from my country’s lock-downs and my idleness. It was in this dampness that I spotted a peculiar post on /lit/ where I drown lost hours by talking about books so i don’t have to read them. It was /lit/’s very own magazine. Being a excessively poor computer science undergrad I am furiously turned on by anything open source and immediately contributed some half good poetry that I made. You can only imagine my joy at hearing that my poem was accepted by the big Uncle Anon in charge of the whole project. Who knows what he does if he runs something like this in his spare time , he might be some hot shot editor for a local magazine and he thought my poem was OK (he even gave it a kekkk, that’s 3 k’s right there). Every day for the next month or so I check /lit/ to see if the new edition is out. Skip to today the day after a disastrous birthday that went sour from friends that changed to much in the other colleges. Figure I haven’t checked whether that new edition is out yet. I see it on the website. Excitedly scroll through the new brightly covered pages of the /lit/ magazine. I’m gonna show my girlfriend what I’ve done and she will be so proud and we will passionately kiss in front of the monitor. You can imagine my melancholy Uncle Anon, I don’t even have to say it but you knew what happened ,it was never there. Why Uncle Anon ,why? You gave it a kekkk Uncle Anon I just don’t understand. One day I will be rich from my college education then I’ll show you. Now every time you see someone rich and college educated you will think “perhaps that’s that college educated anon whose poem I didn’t add to the /lit/ magazine” ,and you will turn sour from knowing that there is one life you could not ruin like your own. Or perhaps I will keep on contributing to your magazine until I am the sole best contributor and then one day I will abruptly stop. Now you have to distrust all the anon’s that contribute.
-With disappointment
Anon who ended his poem with nigger