Words!
For some reason I feel like writing lots today. I feel a strong compulsion to satisfy all of my adoring fans, so therefore I must write lots and lots.
I'm sick of writing. I'm sick of people. I'm sick of people writing. I hate words. They mean nothing. They convey nothing. Punctuation shouldn't define our personalities. Just because I use a lot of periods doesn't make me a hesitant guy. It just means that I have a lot of thoughts and I need to place constant stoppers in my paragraph. Fuck commas. It's a sign of weakness. What, you can't even make a concise point with out breaking it down with a drooping dot? Wait, I'm using them.
They've gotten to me...
Oh yeah, and fuck ellipses. They're so overused. They actually used to mean something, but now the general public has caught on to their existence. Now, everyone uses them to end every fucking sentence. How are we supposed to know what comes after your fucking period parade? I can't finish your own thought for you, stop writing half sentences and then...you know.
I especially hate stream of consciousness bullshit. Motherfuckers think that they can just write whatever comes to mind without regard for any semblance of decent sentence structure and they just babble on and on and on and think that it's 'poetic' and it's emotional, and you just don't 'get me' I'm a tortured artist because look at me I write in MASSIVE chunks of script with no paragraph breaks or anything and it's indeciferable but that's because I'm so hurt inside and yeah...y'know...
Most of all I hate writing, to reiterate. I hate how seemingly intelligent people write a letter to you, and then you realize that they don't know how to convey their thoughts through words. 'lets go2 teh stor' isn't English. It's bullshit. I hate you so much now. You're stupid. You should die. This language hasn't evolved for hundreds of years just to be instantly killed by a bored and caffeine-hungry generation of teenage wannabe-hipsters. It's almost Orwellian, except it's so not. It's pathetic. Die.
I really hate you, too. I know that I'm not a great writer; I'm only sort of able to articulate. But you...you...you're better then me. You can bring me to tears with a single sentence. How? How do you master this fucking language that well? You must be magic. Word trickery, it's dark and evil I tell you. You should burn at the stake for being able to so move me with such a small amount of words.
I hate you. You're smart, therefore I don't trust you. You probably can read my thoughts. It's scary. Look at you, all educated and shit.
Let's burn all the books and all the letters and words, and just communicate orally. That's how it used to be done. Who are we to go against what people thousands of years ago did? They had it right.
Actually, it's all a joke. A farce. Don't worry, I'm not really going to sack the library of congress with a mob of cellphone texter freaks. However, I am going to gather that mob, and then stab them each slowly with the antennas on their precious little communication devices.
(long story short, don't text me cuz it really really bugs me and it costs me ten cents everytime and i'm poor and sad ok thx.) :-)
I'm sick of writing. I'm sick of people. I'm sick of people writing. I hate words. They mean nothing. They convey nothing. Punctuation shouldn't define our personalities. Just because I use a lot of periods doesn't make me a hesitant guy. It just means that I have a lot of thoughts and I need to place constant stoppers in my paragraph. Fuck commas. It's a sign of weakness. What, you can't even make a concise point with out breaking it down with a drooping dot? Wait, I'm using them.
They've gotten to me...
Oh yeah, and fuck ellipses. They're so overused. They actually used to mean something, but now the general public has caught on to their existence. Now, everyone uses them to end every fucking sentence. How are we supposed to know what comes after your fucking period parade? I can't finish your own thought for you, stop writing half sentences and then...you know.
I especially hate stream of consciousness bullshit. Motherfuckers think that they can just write whatever comes to mind without regard for any semblance of decent sentence structure and they just babble on and on and on and think that it's 'poetic' and it's emotional, and you just don't 'get me' I'm a tortured artist because look at me I write in MASSIVE chunks of script with no paragraph breaks or anything and it's indeciferable but that's because I'm so hurt inside and yeah...y'know...
Most of all I hate writing, to reiterate. I hate how seemingly intelligent people write a letter to you, and then you realize that they don't know how to convey their thoughts through words. 'lets go2 teh stor' isn't English. It's bullshit. I hate you so much now. You're stupid. You should die. This language hasn't evolved for hundreds of years just to be instantly killed by a bored and caffeine-hungry generation of teenage wannabe-hipsters. It's almost Orwellian, except it's so not. It's pathetic. Die.
I really hate you, too. I know that I'm not a great writer; I'm only sort of able to articulate. But you...you...you're better then me. You can bring me to tears with a single sentence. How? How do you master this fucking language that well? You must be magic. Word trickery, it's dark and evil I tell you. You should burn at the stake for being able to so move me with such a small amount of words.
I hate you. You're smart, therefore I don't trust you. You probably can read my thoughts. It's scary. Look at you, all educated and shit.
Let's burn all the books and all the letters and words, and just communicate orally. That's how it used to be done. Who are we to go against what people thousands of years ago did? They had it right.
Actually, it's all a joke. A farce. Don't worry, I'm not really going to sack the library of congress with a mob of cellphone texter freaks. However, I am going to gather that mob, and then stab them each slowly with the antennas on their precious little communication devices.
(long story short, don't text me cuz it really really bugs me and it costs me ten cents everytime and i'm poor and sad ok thx.) :-)
posted by Yenizeni at 7:24 PM
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