dont make me write

i dont want to write because i cant and because im tired of it and im not gonna punctuate as a non violent protest five hundred words takes up more words and space than 500 words its really hard not to punctuate my instinct is to hit that period or comma or to type and and then spout off and and and and nothing where ever my muse was shes hiding now i miss the incentive and burning in my gut that makes me want to write the value of my day was often based on the quality of my blog entry and i dont want it to be a chore and i want to do it and i dont want to produce muck and this is certainly muck and there is nothing of value to this punctuationless rant there is no creative incentive behind my lack of structure and gramattical failings i just dont know how to write anymore i would burn down that house if i thought it would spark my mind because i think i need delusions of grandeur to write for me to disseminate my thoughts and opinions i have to believe that i am something special and right now i feel like the scab festering on top of any wound attracting flies and bacteria i can live with not knowing what to right about but i cant live with not wanting to write this whole entry is a confession that right now i do not want to write and have not for several days and i fancy myself a writer that is gross and sad and i feel as sorry for you as i do for myself now im only half way to my word count for the day let me start listing off the words i know radical spontaneous bogus infatuated inflated groin great grating fantastic faggot furnace failure epic proportion correlation dissidence disappointment pathetic plethora pancreas placenta pussy penis pejorative principal palpate pulsate pupate copulate murder homicide genocide regicide infanticide fratricide burger steak chicken cordon bleu belch bile vomit spew hurl chunks blow stink smell reek forget promise remember never lie ok thats 358 words lets start going for phrases i know it is better to have loved than lost time heals all the sea is a cruel mistress get over it grow up learn to love turn the other cheek she loves me she loves me not fuck i just deleted something this was supposed to be a seamless expression of my sentiment and i censored myself i dont even remember what i was going to write this is pretty damn close to five hundred thats right 500 five hundred not two thousand not thirteen not seventy five not even one hundred and eighty two but five hundred words read em and weep marry my magic im out peace.