Extraneous Voices of Picayune > Cavern of Inane Natter

Today, writing feels like...

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Tyler Durden is sitting on my shoulder, telling me to stop wasting my time and go destroy something

Trying to herd a clutter of ADD cats through a room full of catnip and lasers.

Have so much piled on the to do list that I am a deer in the headlights to get anything down or anything accomplished. Wish I only had a single passion/hobby. I need/want to do so much that I don't end up doing anything sometimes...time wasted.

the sound that comes from the machine when the bearings go out, a sort of horrid grinding sound.

pulling the bucket out of a deep, dark well, and finding it empty.


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