oh shit

ever feel like writers fucking suck?

going into great, unnecessary detail in describing terribly boring situations. like, getting a can of beans.

"we had just enough change to buy one can of beans. so we headed out in the afternoon to purchase a can of beans. we entered the store and purchased the can of beans. as we walked back, i felt the can of beans warm in my hands. we sat in the middle of the floor and opened the can of beans with my pocket knife. we warmed the beans in the fire place, and opened bottles of beers and drank the beers and ate the beans." 

no one said that. i made it up as an example. but that's what i mean. this kind of "writing" (MIND TALK THRU FINGERTIPS) reminds me of someone painting a portrait with no paint. the feeling i imagine you'd get if you shoved as many saltine crackers as would fit in your mouth, then tried to wash it down with an 8oz glass full of warm sand. warm, not hot. shit, even my little snip it of shit up there is better than what i'm talking about. it's like somehow, people think that if you repeat the same word enough times... you're writing is good? like, so guh? and then those other people... who stretch and pull so hard at every word to describe exactly what is going on. as you if you no imagination. as if you've never ridden on a train. and then there are those other-others. who say ASS instead of as. who think it's hilarious to type like they talk, and to throw fucks at grammar and punctuation. you know the who.

the world is like a sardine tin, and we are just the giant assholes squeezed inside of it. 

hahah who am i, and just what the shit am i talking?