I have writer's block but it feels more like constipation. A block deep in the pit of my stomach...something needs to come out. Holy Hell it needs to come out.
Each word that sits in my head grinds against the walls of my skull. Slowly they reveal themselves but it's few...like a rabbit pellet. What I need right now is a medimusal for the brain.
This is what writer's block feels like...a log caught in a river's bend, preventing movement...annoyingly painful.
There is a surge of optimism though...like life eventually my head will the get fist fuck it needs and everything will be ok.
Each word that sits in my head grinds against the walls of my skull. Slowly they reveal themselves but it's few...like a rabbit pellet. What I need right now is a medimusal for the brain.
This is what writer's block feels like...a log caught in a river's bend, preventing movement...annoyingly painful.
There is a surge of optimism though...like life eventually my head will the get fist fuck it needs and everything will be ok.
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