it all keeps erasing on me, so why even bother?

the pen keeps drying out of ink, so why even cap it?

the pencil draws right out of lead, i'm glad i'm fucking sharpening the end right down to it's core.

sometimes, there are no good writers.

we all have writer's block sometimes.

sometimes my cat forgets to clean his ass and i hate to find that out when he is sitting on my lap and decides to stretch like a fag before ballet practice and his cracky butthole is right in my face. then i notice that what was once clean, smooth, brilliant, black fur is now coated in a white cocainlike residue. i'm gonna selsen blue that shit.