eye gouge coupled with a kamikaze scream.

the motivations behind this photograph.

i have rolled it around in my immense & cavernous brain for days, reaching hither & yon (an under-used phrase, if you're asking). & due to the shear NUMBER of possibilities, i am suffering from a acute case of writer's block. i even called out the troops, enlisting those ingenious legions around me (you know, i Have always said i wanted to surround myself with extraordinary people)...hoping their brilliance would shed some light on what i know is a great short story lodged in some wrinkle of my intestine-like brain mass...the novella cornered & trapped, hungry, exhausted & alone...begging to see daylight...looking for that illusive canary-in-the-mineshaft to lead it into the sun.

alas.

my "w" key keeps sticking & not sho ing up. i can't ork under these conditions. hat a aste of hat e kno is himsical & ondrous talent.

(total lie. how desparate do you have to be to slander your own keyboard?) i will listen to musak for the rest of the day as what is clearly a fair & just punishment.

carry on.