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Okay. Here's another blind write. No brain at work. Or thought behind. It's too late to think. At twenty to three. I'm half asleep. And I can barely see. Oh well. It's all okay. Today's little rhyme.
I am blank. There's nothing there. So I'm just free writing. See what appears. It won't make sense. But that's okay. I'll wake with words. Later on today. So this is me. Without much thought.
The last post made, over an hour ago. All the writers have packed up their show. The communities' lost. The authors gone to bed. This is the time that i did dread. Nothing to read. I've read it all.
#nightdwellers Are you feeling erotoxic Are you on, not off the wall Inspiration upped and left And your muse has missed your call Do you sit up late at night With sweaty tortured brow You know you...
Why am I even up At this early time And what makes it worse Is I'm writing it in rhyme.
It's one in the morning And I'm wide awake The rebel in me Is starting to shake I'm dreaming a dream That one day I'll be top With a one a.m post Perhaps that's where I'll hop.
I can't sleep now, no matter how much I try. So I sit and write an Opuss of surprise, no disguise, so much so, being awake can suffice.
Like any other woman, mine shits and farts and snores just like any man. She has her, shall I say, ‘ladylike’ times, but these are few and far between.