I just wrote a thing that left my arms numb and triggered heart palpitations. I dragged it out of the unspeakable depths. It was all kinds of cathartic. It felt profound.
I don't need to read it or revise it. The numb arms and fast heart are all the proof I need; what I wrote today is crap. Or tripe. Maybe more like a crap-tripe casserole.
It's my humanity on virtual paper, it's my very f***ing soul translated into language. Served up for the masses this essential essence-y essence of my very humanity undergoes a stunning transubstantiation and becomes what? You guessed it, a boiled bovine stomach and fecal matter melange. It squeaks when chewed. I don't recommend it.
It's just that bad.
So today's blog post is a bit of a let down for me.
On the other hand I did write for several hours and it was all right.
I have to remember that some days the output is pleasing and sometimes it sucks.
In the meantime, let's take solace where we find it.
It's time to dance around like a goober.