When you do not know what to say, it would be wise to zip my mouth and wait.
is that I do not like a blank page, can not start again now, but the indefinite absence of something, then who knows what.
And then down to fill syllables and synapses, to confuse and lose myself in words that surround and seek a dimension in color. What is the monochrome
deviance.
I would be able to churn out perfect chains of words and fragrant as a hot loaf with a crisp, golden crust and soft crumb fuming that reveals all its sensuous being.
I would be able to control and restrain not turn around.
I would like I would.
The genius must be on vacation though.
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