The chickens are on fire! And the ceilings are laughing at me! Stop ittttttttt! I’m okay. I’m okay. Now, deep breathly. Shoot! I meant breathe deeply. Dang it! Reading five books one after the other and not finishing them in one sitting because of too much daydreaming is muddling my already muddled mind. A mental plunger – that’s what I need in order to get rid of this paranoiac gunk. But cheez whiz Louise, it’s like a mental leech that sucks all my cheers, grinds my tears, regurgitates my sneers and spews out jeers.
Why do I love alliterations that much? Because they prevent me from writing clichés, such as being in cloud nine … which I just did. Aaaaargh!
Go on. Keep ignoring me. I do have a strange way of showing it but … I just want you to like me. Haven’t you realized that by now? I may be losing some screws – although winning some would bring temporary ecstasy – but I’m serious. I mean this from the bottom of my feet. Really! With all my heart, my liver and my lungs. Slurrrp!
Writing is about getting something down, not about thinking something up. - I forgot who said this.
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