Argh, another case of Writer's Block, this time due to a combination of frustration and exhaustion. My thoughts cling to my brain stem like a constricting ivy. I have so much mental pollution that I need to expel but cannot. Instead, I find myself trapped in a Harlan Ellison story as Mad-Libbed by Beavis and Butthead: I Have No Ass, and I Must Crap.
This too shall pass.
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There is a line in Leonard Cohen's novel Beautiful Losers that reads somthing like this..."Constipation, how can I go on with the future with all the shit of yesterday inside of me?" This is not a direct quote, but I live by this sentiment...Keep Cool!
Thank you so much--that is beautiful. Maybe Leonard Cohen's not such a bad guy after all. I apologize for speaking ill of him all these years.
With his quote as my new mantra/enema, I will say goodbye to the shit of yesterday and metaphorically/metaphysically blow it out my ass.
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