The creativity has been sucked out of my AGED SOUL.
I cannot write.
I cannot even type a sentence.
How did I just type that? I don’t even know- because I cannot write.
Nothing springs to mind when I sit down in front of my computer and think to myself, ‘time to write!’
time to write! maybe i’ll stop capitalizing. maybe that’ll pump up the creativity in the withered noggin.
Maybe I should stop calling my noggin withered, old, aged. Really, my brain is elastic, plasticity, elasticity, neuroplasticity, malleable, never static, never rigid..
..NEVER AGED. NEVER WITHERED. NEVER EVER OLD.
So, why am I dissing my brain? Part of my shtick, ya know? I’m just a simple elderly millenial, born on that damn cusp, or whatever.
But, back to my point. I can’t write.
I can’t even write about being an elderly millenial, born on the damn cusp, or whatever.
And if I can’t write about being a millenial, born on the damn cusp, or whatever, what CAN I write about?
cusp is a weird word. What if I just used it incorrectly? Sadly, there is no way for me to ever know if I used cusp incorrectly. Or you. We’ll just never know.
Anyway, I can’t write. I can’t think. I can’t. I just CAN’T.
Now, excuse me, I am on the cusp of a major breakthrough with figuring out how to make it rich by buying litecoin. #millenialproblem #amiamillenial? #iremembermadonna
here i am, thinking about how i am completely unable to do anything except think about how i can’t write anymore.