Forsake the Illegible
Readers Digest while Writer's cramp
If you can't find the right words take a break, they will come eventually
Forsake the illegible
Rip the paper overturn the desk burn rubber cross your lead works with erasers slam off buttons delete, delete, delete. run the uni-ball into the hand that holds it bleed, and let it drip maybe pain, and your own suffering will release expressions lacking talents in comas move no one walk, no run away with kicking, and loud screaming make straitjackets your next option wire shut your jaw throw bricks into the monitor bang your head all walls are welcome burn every scribbling rendered deny it's frail existence abandon any rewrite as wallpaper in an outhouse serves to hide all but the smell label nothing with your ego as experimental rantings take hiatus find your center but dare not to be so crass or so blinded as to author words so useless that they waste the space they occupy like clutter at flea markets that sit dusty and unsold eternally for the act of writing babble is infectious it invades the work you'll sweat over in vain long after you have stained one printed page with utter nonsense left to fester through the ages leave it be.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III