Writing, writing, writing.
More coffee before I start writing. Black, strong in owl mug. Now be Ernest
Hemmingway, No. Be witty yet profound. Look at that snow falling up. Daylight
brewed with wind carrying that frozen water up up up. Snow just. Everywhere.
Wait, lukewarm coffee
blank page. More coffee before I start writing. Brewed black, strong, so windy.
Now think of something, anything: Dinosaur and Jesus coffee mugs. Okay. Something. Now be
articulate and meaningful.
“But
I guess the point is that cold coffee is rather foul yet it’s worth it when you
know that if Jesus shaves the mistake is reversible. Kicking someone in the
face is not reversible”
Well, that is something?
That one word, no, all of the words need to be just. Better. Come on. Words stuck in
my head. Mewling Mewling Mewling. Stuck. Stop it. There seem to be crumbs everywhere. Wait,
cold coffee scanty words. Mewling. More coffee before I start writing.
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