WHEN YOU JUST CANT COME UP WITH ANYTHING TO WRITE

Some days my pen bleeds endlessly, spitting ink all over the place. Ideas flow endlessly from my head, down my neck moves slightly into my shoulders then my arms, hands, fingers before the pen helplessly receives it and spills words all over my white crumpled paper.
Other times I sit for long, lie even longer but can't come up with anytime tangible. Once in a while a line jumps in the brain but it's companions shy away, what's the essence of a dope line you don't understand. I squeeze the paper, toss into the bin and start all over.

My pen just lays helplessly on the table, I might chew it's cap, flog it against the table, toss it against the wall, Still nothing.
Maybe I should take a walk, eat, watch a movie.

Still nothing.

Arrggghhh. I'm going to bed!

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