Although 99% of my being wanted to free write about my trip to Philadelphia, I feel as though I talked about that enough; leaving me with nothing in mind to free write about. Therefore, I intend to devote this blog to my lack of ideas.
My mind feels like a brick wall: bland, motionless, and dead. I feel like a hat, without a head to call bed…I feel like a new notebook, clean and bare. Like a fruit bowl, without any pears. Or even a forest, without any bears…I feel like a Garbage Man on a regular day. I feel like a farm, without any hay.
That was not an honest attempt. It was simply for humor purposes (lol). Please pardon the corniness.
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
ReplyDeleteI have to admit, I found your entry quite corny. However, I also found it amusing. Sometimes I find myself running out of things to say, too. Maybe next time I’ll take a page from your book and create something corny yet creative :)
ReplyDeleteStop hatin' E$! Sometimes the greatest minds freeze like a brain sold on solid gold slurpees.
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