> stuffed
in accordance to my recent/current daily/nightly bouts of feeling thoroughly stuffed (ie: stomach filled unto near-explosion, i kid you not), the same could be said for my overloading pea brain = an obscene gaggle of nouns, pronouns, adjectives (fucked if i knew what they really meant and how to use them BAH) and whatever cleverer descriptions of thought-made-to-words-and-spewed-forth-randomly, hurling like phantom-arrows of misappropriated strings-of-words-unto-sentences, narrowly missing the main bulltarget; a bright bloodred with a blackoutlinedcircle that which is this blog ... and i wonder why this is so ...?
and tho i insist tis not becoz of over-eating (that which might be adefinite possible explanation) that plagues me tummy-disposition (*burp*), but i can russle up no excuses explanation for my recent/current loss of words (as it were) ... have i run out of things to say? have i run out of things to whine/complain/insult/rant-on about? (*shudder* the thought) have i stopped; feeling? ... hhhmmm ...
just mentioned this a day back: "i write better and more, when im feeling shitte and depressed ... but when im happy, i clam-up." ... and mayhap this explains the current silence? ... hhhmmmm ...
but this explains not the overflowing jumble of thoughts and images fillingup my mind, innit? or maybe i gotta workout somehow the medium by which they spew forth? words, images, sounds, whatever-da-weather ... yep, gotta work it out somehow, innit? least it implodes and im left with naught but a hallowed-skullcavity? ... hhhmmm ...
tho as i read the varied variations of the current (or recent past, depending on when ya got onboard innit? BAH) literary meme (that seem to have openedup a pandora's memory box for many a bloggers) ... and i suddenly find myself with a dearth for words somehow and even more so; given the current "blog-draught" ... strange ... and i can nary offer any insights to my own personal life, that which i have not already splatted unto/into this blog-of-mine ... and hence, i offer nothing further than the link given above, and of another coupla entries ... heh :)
or mayhap i have not the courage to do so?
or mayhap i havediscovered developed the courage to let go? ... still learning, i suppose; still learning... :)
tho i wonder what would be the pin that would be used to pierce thru the membrane with which my words are trapped within ... what would the trigger be? (if any) ... coz there sure ain't no online/intangible ENO that one could down to sooth thee swollen tummy, innit?
heh. i wish ... :)
and tho i insist tis not becoz of over-eating (that which might be a
just mentioned this a day back: "i write better and more, when im feeling shitte and depressed ... but when im happy, i clam-up." ... and mayhap this explains the current silence? ... hhhmmmm ...
but this explains not the overflowing jumble of thoughts and images fillingup my mind, innit? or maybe i gotta workout somehow the medium by which they spew forth? words, images, sounds, whatever-da-weather ... yep, gotta work it out somehow, innit? least it implodes and im left with naught but a hallowed-skullcavity? ... hhhmmm ...
tho as i read the varied variations of the current (or recent past, depending on when ya got onboard innit? BAH) literary meme (that seem to have openedup a pandora's memory box for many a bloggers) ... and i suddenly find myself with a dearth for words somehow and even more so; given the current "blog-draught" ... strange ... and i can nary offer any insights to my own personal life, that which i have not already splatted unto/into this blog-of-mine ... and hence, i offer nothing further than the link given above, and of another coupla entries ... heh :)
or mayhap i have not the courage to do so?
or mayhap i have
tho i wonder what would be the pin that would be used to pierce thru the membrane with which my words are trapped within ... what would the trigger be? (if any) ... coz there sure ain't no online/intangible ENO that one could down to sooth thee swollen tummy, innit?
heh. i wish ... :)
