infected vegetables

i have writer's block.

or maybe i'm just making excuses, and being lazy.

it's probably both.

the most unproductive 30 days of late night tv, and infomercials.

i'm going to try and write something tomorrow.

but wilkes-barre and i are having going away fucks throughout the next couple of days.

it's bodily fluids, angry faces with scrunched eye brows, depressed lips, undulations,  trepidations, and tears of happiness and relief.