What the hell...
You've gotta be joking...
I told myself I'd commit.
What is this feeling?
If I ease my mind and think of something simple, I just draw blanks.
I try rattling my mind.
Still, no dice.
Speaking of which, I sigh and let a tiny, trusty, dotted cube breathe some fresh air from out of my pocket.
I blankly stare at my lucky die, wishing it could work its magic sometime soon.
Eh, what the f***...my eyes may as well be averted to a small, white box.
Guess I'm staring down my Writer's Block.
I meeean...I suppose I could write about what's really on my mind. But there's no doubt it'd be edgier than, ironically enough, and, let me spell it out for you, the D-I-E I'm emptily gazing at. Or, better yet, edgier than the stories my arm scars are familiar with.
I guess that