This is the kind of thing that gets my juices flowing. Just sitting back, relaxing, creating. I feel like I may die though. Here is where the problem lies, there's something here I must disguise. I don't want to die right now, when all I see and hear is cow. I forgot to disclose that I am a bit of a poet. The problem is staying on a subject once I find a subject that's good enough for me to stay on. It's so hot though. The best books are written by force though, am I right? or am I write? get it? Ha! That's freakin funny. I know you junk buckets aren't laughing. why aren't you laughing? Fuck! it hurts to sit here and sweat all day, but there is nothing that I can do about the thousand degree temperature.
I have a problem staying focused. Please help. I don't know what to write about, and it should be apparent for anyone reading this. Maybe there is a pill I can take? But what are the implications of messing with the brain? Whatever they are, they can't possibly be good. I think that if I meditate, it helps to stay focused when writing. That's what I believe any way. And if you believe something, it may very well come true.
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