October 06, 2005

A Blank

A blank... that's all I see. Can't seem to pull any ideas from me. Whoa, wait... that could be done as a poem! But it won't.

For some reason this morining, I feel like I just got buried. Oh sure, I've got a breathing tube, but I'm far underground. I don't really feel it's depression, it's more like compression. Addressing compression is impressively depressing.

Still blank.

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 6, 2005 08:02 AM

I'm managing to find things to write about, but only just barely. Nothing moving or phenomenal

Posted by: BloodSpite at October 6, 2005 08:46 AM


Posted by: Harvey at October 6, 2005 09:15 AM

I don't know if I can inspire you or not. But I did have an idea for your everchanging header. Tombstone movie, Doc Holiday (Val Kilmer):

Why, I have not even begun to defile myself.

Posted by: Marty at October 6, 2005 09:19 AM

I'll drop a beer down your breathing tube for ya.

Posted by: Ogre at October 6, 2005 12:18 PM