Monday, May 25, 2009


Unwilling to be a conduit for negative energy, the writer fed all her thoughts into the shredder located at the base of her skull, until absolutely nothing would come out.

Except this.


Linda S. Socha said...

Sometimes you can make me laugh with the fewest possible words! Thanks!


Good to see a post from you anyway - hope the positive zen flows soon!

Simon said...

It’s the alien brain implant. Fight it with what little remains of your mind. You can do it.

Marie said...

I have moments like this. I can go days or even a week or two without having a single thought I want to write down. Other times I have five or six thoughts an hour and weed out a few. At least it always comes back for us :)