Busting da grind
Aight, so I should be trying to drop some serious zzz's right now, but instead I'm bullshytting online - what the flock is up with that? My Muse done left me, so ain't no Poetry kicking 'round here, no copy for my latest freelance mag assignment and no inspiration to write in the journal, so what the hell is going on???!!!I shouldn't knock it, because I've been on some treacherously inspirational shytte over the last few weeks, to the point that I'm suspecting matter converts directly to thought, as my appetite has increased five-fold and the majority of my waste and fluid discharge is in the form of pen and ink. There are literally rhymes on my used Charmin, happily floating off to some ichtyological slam.
Indeed, this blog DOES have a myriad of uses. The drivel above, on re-read, has surely bored me to the point where sleep is a definite possibility.
I think I will post it, that the world might access its somnabulistic properties, and as self homage to my verbal gymnastics in slipping in and out between crunked convo and pedantic prose.
Long live the king, baby.
posted by JahStorm @ 12:33 AM
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