I want to create a wall of text. One so desolate in squat stature and verbosity that even the greatest of patience will not suffice to read, comprehend or perform any function of the sort in relation to it. I want this wall of text to be posted in the middle of a thread where it will be in the way of any coherent discussion, demanding to be ignored as it is simply too engorged of its own character count to begin to interest the casual poster into attempting to tackle and struggle against its sheer and stark lexicographical face. I want to piece together this wall word by painstaking word as if a master bricklayer labouring with cement and trowel in the desert of an endless day, scorched by the sun of a perpetual noon but not in a way that is remotely compelling or praiseworthy as this would be counter to its purpose. No, this wall shall be an edifice to difficulty, to servitude, to the sheer weight and oppressive force of a repellent literacy, breaking the back of and indenturing any who dare read its horrible bulk into a laconic, infinite and aching wade against an irrepressible quagmire of verbal slag. I want people to know this wall of text hates them and they are not welcome as they scan through it; yet they should know that it is aware of their presence and feeds off the incoherency it creates in their minds as it saps their concentration. Look, a bird. I know some will try to press on and my wish is that they feel the hands of the lost souls who came before them dragging them, stalling them, pulling them down to a despair and weariness where the only relief is to abandon the paragraphs of cold iron to the airy freedom of white space beyond, drinking in the sweet relief of the swift and subtle posts below.
(c) Anon, 4chan.org