Sunday, August 9, 2009

Just dance

I've got the mic
And you've got the mosh pit.

Writer's Block

Excruciatingly mundane. Innane, inordinate witticisms muddle. Cringes populate and reproduce exponentially. Overfed with atrociously hollow rhapsodies.

Puzzling insights make illogical fallacies. Logical falsities repress unimpressed impressions.

Biggleman's safe of inspiration.

I absolutely hate this application. Ugh.