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To be a writer, all you gotta do is write!  

Stream of consciousness, flow, river, flood, right as rain.

All going downward, to the ocean of hell, the depths, honda, deep

Darkness, bottom-dwellers, strange and solitary creatures, scuttling crabs, and such.

Just another book in an unread library, as immortal as dust, that go (even diamonds decay)

No one lives forever.  Jesus, the light?  Stars die, too.  

So that’s the truth, the whole truth, so help me, Buddha.

Cold and dark and empty, like the universe,  Boring. Quiet. Uncaring, indifferent.

The earth, having it’s miraculous day in the sun.

Is that the right expression? Dits, ditto.

My immortality project, blog posts.

Plus some paper.

Absurd, temporary, and dull.

Exciting Writing is new, fresh, interesting, clever, smart, wise, alliterative, assonant, rhyming, comprehensive, thoughtful, fun, sexy, stimulating, and maybe even a little stupid. 

Duh.

You suck!

That’s cold.

Sucking chest wound.  Inhale.  

Popsicle for papa, before we burst his bubble.

Vacuums of space, and the living room, and the sealed food bags.

Vampires suck, too!  They vant to zuck your blood.

Zuckerberg!?  Haha

The airplane cabin was de-pressurized, and the outside sucked us into the void!

What else sucks? Your mom!  

Succulent plants and sucrose and sucrets and such.

Time, death, sucks all into it’s gaping maw.

Suckas n bitches n ho’s n chickenheads

I dunno.  I suck, too.