I'm so full. Full of images. They don't form words at the moment. They choose to stay in my head like a syrup. It's all too much. Everything I want to say is attached to a thousand other things that all form a mass of . . . ? Is this what writer's block feels like? Or maybe it's just laziness? Or maybe this sick song on the radio, I don't even know who it is, some little band from Sacramento, but its guitars are dragging me along for the ride.
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