blocks of writers

i have the opposite of writers block

actually, not the opposite

i think it may be writers block's second cousin

or maybe, in-law.

i cant stop writing poems and poems of things that don't mean enough.

i want to move

you

to 

tears.

but instead i move my fingers over white square keys until my heart shits a comma, a verb, and a period. then i wipe it all up with lame alliterations and vomit a few rhymes.

SICK AS SHIT.

kerouac, i need a muse.

BAH HUM BUG.

the writers bug - skiiiiii windham.

break starts tomorrow.

i opened my moleskine journal.

i am applying ed2 to wesleyan.

i have a concussion.

my dog pees on my carpet daily.

my mom made rum cake

with

sooooo

much

rum

in

it.

i am going to sleep.

for five minutes.

because.

yer not supposed to sleep when you hazzz a concussssh.

bleep.