grasping (or damn it, I'm stuck)
Where the hell have all the words gone? There has got to be a bloody word for pose that doesn't mean peacock or some other active element. Stupid thesaurus.the saurus...a relic
Nah, I'm just missing something...an element...a passive element.
More water! More water!
On a side note,
I'm beginning to think I actually write more, if I leave the house. Perhaps the stimulating elements of a coffee shop or pub and chemically enhanced elves in funny hats engaging me with their art and wit–even their curiosity–encourage my productivity. Or maybe it's the chemicals I injest? Yes, that is part of the equation.
Environment + elves in funny hats + weapons/tools + chemicals = More productivity from the squirrel nibbling on wood bits in the corner.
I digress.
I am now practicing the fine art of finding a "different view" in which to revise my papers, I'm going to run out of viable rooms soon. And I have enough liquid refreshment at home, so going to the pub would be frivilous. Time to start moving furniture me thinks.
My ideal space is growing into a glass dome layered in flat woody or tiled surfaces and zebra fur benches and bouncy blue balance balls. And there will be plush carpet and a fireplace too, damnit. And of course it will be in the center of all conceivable climates and times of day. And a dungeon for when the sun hurts. Got that X? I need it on the cheap too.
right
OK! Enough with the distractions!
Edited: stupid "the"
posted by iSirkus @ 9:18 PM
Comments: 1
