I silently promised You Gize I would write when it rained. Well, it's raining NOW and I don't want to write- - - I mean, I DO - - - - but I don't. I'm NOT the BIGGEST FAN of Effort. I'm like a half-an-ass Fan. I go from caring enough to "get by" to "Biting- The-Iron-Wall"-fucking-BERSERK. There ain't no Buddhist "In-Between". Zen aint like that. Zen is FULL ASS ! There's a song from the Ancient Musical Comedy "Oklahoma", Some Dizzy Chick belts, "With me it's ALL OR NOTHIN'". Go figure on that, I'm a 60's Show Girl Song-Stress. Did NOT see that comin'.
I "know" every Musical Comedy Rogers and Hammerstein CERTAIN. Blame my Sister. I do.
In Times Of Yore, I use-ta be able to sit and write for 3 and four hours. These daze I get stiff and my knees swell making it a CHALLENGE just to get up to relieve myself. Old age sucks and then it hurts to go and pee. It's like, I KNOW I can write, that aint the problem, the Problem is my Bod - - - getting IT to sit quietly whilst I distil and ferment Fret.
I WISH "that" was my only problem... --- ___ .
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