Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

WRite in Chains

I feel like I'm drowning in my own words sometimes. They're up in my throat, strangling me--I choke out a sentence or a phrase.

Death of creativity only paragraphs away--up from my gut.

Free me, o' muse, free me.

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