deception

Trust me

Trust me babe
when I tell you I love you
and the sky is blue

Trust me babe
as your heart is in my hand
and we are creating a new brand

What?

i promise to God
wasn’t sleeping with that girl
you know i’m not a fraud

What?

i promise to God
i wasn’t using you for the money
you know you are my honey

What?

you really believed my bullshit
then you are the creep
you make me spit and go nicely to sleep

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

writers block is a myth

Definition according to Merriam-Webster dictionary : The problem of not being able to think of something to write about or not being able to finish writing a story, poem, et.c.

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First off, how in the world can you not think of anything to write about? I can write right now, look it I´m doing it now so  let me see…. I see a bottle of water right next to my computer why because it´s almost 30 degrees celsius, my heart is pounding at the thought that if temperature keeps on rising, and by the way it´s 12:25 a.m here in the land of the wild bulls I might get a heart attack. You know how screwed up it would be to die right now typing away. What in the world would my toombstone read, “he died doing what he loved, although at that moment he was hot as hell he was uncomfortable and had writers block so not really, he was actually miserable doing what he loved” This just came out of the top of my head. And with this I can probably write a short story. Now, if it´s a good one or a bad one that´s entirely different thing. But not being able to think of something to write about…come on. Is not rocket science. Just type away about whatever you see, a picture, a post in a blog, something you saw on t.v. Just hit the damn keyboards is not that difficult. I do have ten fingers and only use two to write. I´m that cool. I can write something right now about a writer who has typed so much during his life, a failed life of writing because in his mind he can´t finish a story and now that he is able to do so his other 8 fingers are not working so now it´s a tragedy, since it´s a painfully slow process and then just put some strange weird obstacle for that character to overcome.

Not being able to finish a story or poem? I can´t see that happening. Look:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
who are you
don´t know,
so screw you.

There it is, I just finished a poem. And a great one, at least for me, don´t care about what others say. How can you not finish a poem? Plus who in the world knows when somebody has finished a poem, if you don´t see an ending to it, I don´t know, just call it abstract poetry and write something random like this:

I don´t know
maybe you do
who you?
thinking of you
dark sea blue.

Makes any sense….maybe, maybe not. Maybe it has some insight in human nature or I´m just playing with words and playing with myself. Not in that sense though. Playing with my brain, so that´s part of me, therefore myself. And this piece of art is so cool that it won´t even go to school.

Writing a novel, that´s another science. But I can finish it, whether it turns out goo or bad, again that´s a whole other thing. But you sure can finish it, and if not move on to write some poetry or write some random stuff. Have fun, and once you have it, sort off has to come a bit more natural to write just about anything. So by strict definition, there is actually no writers block. I´m actually starting to think that somebody had to invent that to make people doubt themselves, then he or she created a bunch of miserable writers and he or she made a business out of making them take his or her classes to overcome the so called writers block. Sort of politics, you create a turmoil and then you enter the scene as the saviour.

Just a thought from an experience writerimages I have no clue who that person is, just stumbled upon it on google, while I was actually doing a research paper on pornography. I know, it´s kind of weird but I do  have to maintain by imagination open to all types of writing. Jesus, if there are porn scripts…do those guys ever have writers block. Never mind this last thought.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.