rook

Fucking asshole, cheesy, post-modernist, supernatural, wankster writers! Fuck you all. Stop hazing up the world with the babbling bollocks that your THC and Anne-Rice addled brains ooze forth. Sweet fucking Jesus!

Neil Gaiman can do it and Warren Ellis can do it. You know why? Because they're fucking talented, that's why. And that's the fucking problem. They're so fucking talented they make it look easy. So then dicksprains like you get the fucking idea into your head that anyone with visions of gothic phantasms and a thesaurus can do it too.

WRONG!! SO FUCKING WRONG!!!

Seriously, stop it! No one wants to read your pathetic ejaculate! Jerking off to lolita fantasies and jizzing onto a page is NOT writing. And anyone who does want to read your tripe is either your dysfunctional girlfriend or someone who is actually less talented than you!

And what makes me even madder is that I can hear you all out there tapping away frantically on your cum-and-tear-stained keyboards, tongue between your teeth, as wet dreams of the nanowrimo finishing line vie with fantasies of book tours and pre-teen fans in your overstimulated cortex.

Fuck OFF! Stop pumping out this underdone horse-shit. Seriously. Please. I'm begging you. Just stop it and go back the burger-joint from whence you came!