@%*#&!!!!!!

[arguchik]

my writing is a garbled MESS today. i cannot properly express very basic intellectual ideas, much less string them together into a coherent foundation on which to ground a cogent argument, to SAVE MY LIFE.

i believe an alchemist has transformed my gray matter into lead (which is another kind of gray matter, after all). commence reflection upon the properties of lead...

dense.

uniform.

cold.

soft.

metallic.

melts at a relatively low temparature.

poisonous.

gets your hands grubby when you handle it.

impervious to readiation.

(get it? readiation.)

Comments

[jennaxide.livejournal.com]

Bummer. Give it a rest, perhaps you'll feel better? I hate it when the muse abandons me. Not just abandons me, but ties my shoelaces together, takes my keys and runs off with my boyfriend. Drat.

[arguchik.livejournal.com]

gah! i don't have time to take a rest, unfortunately; lots to do, lots to do....

the difficulty is that i'm working on something that i really don't enjoy working on; i have to do it and i don't want to, and it has become this enormous THING standing in my way.

blocked blocked blocked by my brain-O-lead and my stubborn stubbornness. "i don't waaaannnnnaaaaa!!!!"

[jennaxide.livejournal.com]

You know, looking at this post: it's fairly inspired. I think your writing isn't bad at all :P

[jennaxide.livejournal.com]

I am often afflicted with the Idon Wannas. I feel yer pain.

[arguchik.livejournal.com]

p.s. the muse in this case is standing just beyond reach, taunting me, telling me i'm stupid and that i'll never amount to anything anyway so i might as well just give up.

fucker.

[jennaxide.livejournal.com]

Why that cocky, two timing inspiration hooker! You rush her, I'll kneel behind her knees to trip her up. GET HER!

[arguchik.livejournal.com]

yeah, she's a bitch. to add insult to injury, she speaks with the voice of my mother--as filtered and contorted/distorted by my own memory, of course.

if you want us to trick her, we're going to have to be really sneaky...she has eyes in the back of her head as well as in the sides, and she'll see us coming and read our intentions before we're even aware of them ourselves.

crafty, crafty, crafty...