A Burtal Bout of Writer's Block

As of late the brain is angry and defeated. Words are a mystery and plots just a far away memory. Indeed, it's true, writer's block has attacked me. There's not a bloody thing i can do about it. After endless searches for inspiration i'm stuck with the same maddening obsessions, a movie called Dellamorte Dellamore and a group of sad Pearl Jam songs. There is inspiration hidden in these things, i know there is, the ideas do present themselves however they wish not to go forth to type or paper. Organizing the thoughts is impossible these days. True, it probably won't last, but a horror of an idea occurs that perhaps it could.

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