Somebody go into the kitchen to get me a drink of water
Holy shit he stinks! Sorry that's what first came across my body when I wanted to start writing. The stench of Thomas. But I wanted to talk about my dryness as of late. My dryness with writing. My lack of epiphany. My inspirational outage. My tiresome demeanor. NAHHHH!!!!!!!!! Just jokes...only fucking whiney EMO kids write about bullshit like that..."Oh I'm so tired. Oh the world is horrible. Oh oh oh oh. Whoa (that can't be the right whoa...when I think that whoa I think Joey Lawrence) is me..." But I am a little dry. I guess writing comes in tides just like hitting a baseball, finding girls, or playing spades (that's really all I have for my tide analogy). I read my little antagonistic Army piece and decided it sucked nuts. Damn I tried on that thing too. I sat down and thought it through, tried to make points and it just ended up being a big piece of doo doo...well not total doo doo I mean I made the point that the Military will one day be an unstoppable machine unable to identify with those it is meant to serve...but hell there are like 10 grammar and spelling mistakes...that's legitimacy for ya!
I was chatting it up online and sort of realized that not being in front of a computer all day attributes to my dryness. I always try to remember shit now. Like when I watched Adaptation or when I went out last night...I try to make sure I remember it so I can write it all down the next day...the thing is it's just not as vivid. I mean you can't really write about a club when you are in a club or about the softness of a girls ass when you are sleeping on it but you have a more ready supply of medium when you are engaged with a computer either at work or home. But anyway I'm a little dry right now...please bare with me if the stuff I write is poo flunks (is that my word or one of your guys words?)...it'll get better I promise you...