i guess i'm going to wash, download another porn and then turn the computer off for the rest of the night, i haven't done shit besides eat and wash the dishes in the sink. i'm about to make some fried dimples (that is if i can remember how to make them). but yeah, i think i'm going to just chill out and watch a movie or play some video games.
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Don't know why but it's already two years since I suffered from mind block. I'm usually productive with words, but these two years I haven't resumed my stories at all despite all the definite ideas - somehow writing them down makes the ideas seems stupid and thus I relent. I used to produce about 2-3 poems in a month and these two years I only invent 10.
I don't know what to do. I really hate to put everything to a permanent halt but now even words only sound beautiful in the realm
The old piano
with the loose h-key
Stands looming in the corner
Like everything's still glee
But sometimes i find things that are still around
A t-shirt with the smell
A picture witht the front side down
Everyday is a wounded animal that drags along
Until its only me and the news-anchor
And goodnight is his only song
I could have been somewhere else