/lit/ - Literature

Let me chew glass twist bottle bits
Its all needed to sate wits
No more half though lies
All traded in hours for short-night mind dye

Away with your quick-spun lies
Only temporarily I surmise
You, I, are filled with fear
Out of the head!

No next week's tomorrow
Don't wish to drown but float a sorrow
So quiet you, broken record head
I know what you said

Let me soak that new desire
That new flume of hopeful fire
Let it fulfill the needs for now
That looming bottle, yet how!

Am I considered a pleb if I dislike this?

I always found it annoying when a book's progression was destroyed by all the "deep" descriptions of everything. I like being immersed, but fucking hell if it takes the author one page to describe how a character takes two steps it infuriates me. Here's an example I wrote just now just to show how much it enrages me.

>THE BLACK SOUL OF THE YOUNG MAN ATR AWAY AT HIS HEART AS HE TOOK HIS PUTRID FIRST STEP. HE KNEW,HE KNEW THAT HIS VERY EXISTENCE WAS A FARCE. HIS LIFE WAS WORTHLESS, THE CREAKING, BROKEN FLOORBOARDS WERE GNAWING AT HIS LEGS, YET HE DID NOT CARE. HIS THOUGHTS OVERCAME THE PAIN AS THE WOOD DUG DEEEEEP INTO HIS SKIN, DRAWING BLOOD FOR THE BLOODBATH THAT WOULD ULTIMATELY BECOME HIS FATE. AS HE TOOK HIS SECOND STEP HE NOTICED A COOL WIND BRUSHING IN HIS DANK, DREADED FACE. HIS EYES DIALATED AND HIS NIPPLES HARDENED- NO, STRENGTHENED. HIS NIPPLES BECAME STEEL AS HE REALISED SOMETHING WAS BEHIND HIM. HE RAISED HIS FOOT TO TURN AROUND AND STUBBED HIS TOE ON A TABLE LEG THAT REMINDED HIM OF TIMES LONG GONE. THE FEAR INSIDE HIM GREW LIKE A FAT PIG AT A BANQUET, YET HE LOVED FEAR. INTEGRATION BALLISTIC FOUL TROTTING MOSAIC PEPE INFATUATED LARD OF LETHARGY HOMO PEPE SQUID INCARNATE. He died with only a whisper, "2deep...for...you."