StartFragment Turn on the faucet and let the words flow… drip drip drip Nothing. What? My mind was just racing with ideas that I wanted to capture. drip Really? drip I know that as soon as I stop trying to write then the thoughts will flow again. Sorry folks, you’re really missing out. I swear I had some gems that you would’ve wanted to read. Words so meaningful that your lives would have changed forever. Words which would have triggered your neurons in a new and produc
StartFragmentSitting by a canal of sorts. It’s low tide. Smells of sea farts. The weather is warm enough for the most recent snow to start melting, but not for the giant piles of salted ice/snow to have disappeared, they will remain for another month or so. My farts begin to mix in with the sea farts. It’s supposed to be a sign of good stomach health. Farts and burps. The sea farts just remind me of pollution though. The low tide reveals some hurried trash disposal.