Here’s a little poem, dancing lackadasically around my caffeinated brain:
“Can’t think,
Brain numb,
Inspiration won’t come.
Bad ink,
Worse pen,
Time for sleep,
The end.”
Enjoy. I always do.
Posted in Insanity on Monday, March 1st, 2004.
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