Monday, December 1, 2014

brb

I keep trying to write. I feel the desire, the drive, that need that begs me to put the words down, but I sit to write and those words refuse to come out. They are stuck somewhere between my mind and my hands. Is that writer's block? I always thought that writer's block was bullshit--an excuse for lazy motherfuckers, that call themselves writers but are only paid procrastinators, to sit back and read FB or walk the fucking dogs.

Harsh. I know. 

I can't say it. I can't write it to you. Not yet. 

Not today, sweet death. 

Don't panic, I'm still here--most of me anyway. 

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