From Blank Screen To Logorrhea

most instances when i initially seat myself priming creative literary juices to flow, an unspecified number hours elapse before that eureka i.e. Jackie Oh revelation transpires witnessing, this scruffy, prickly, and madly scratching itchy hairs dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo hook huns hitters hymns elf tubby a generic home er run (hitting) mill (on the floss sing false teeth) common everyday fluky, nippy, nap noopy Joe, whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea (Egg heads, merely scrambled random thought fragments at that stage) scrunching brow activates laser focus, a scattershot burst of tangential thread populate formerly barren tabula rasa, sans, Lenovo external screen once again defying (tomb me akin to some eternal mystery), trucked since time immemorial inexplicable, that sudden ignition asper cerebral automatic catalytic converter kickstarter (hmm...perhaps cogs and gears housed within medulla oblongata) foster fecund fertilization, an inexplicable phenomena, I dune hot know explanation, but upon advent whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate coalesce analogous to genesis of animal new life when there appears just the merest hint of fledgling wispy notions strive similar to sperm cells fervently whipsawing vis a vis, via flagellation motility misfits and false starts before this crotchety scribe mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea congeals, expresses, and forms grandiose manifest destiny mentioned above i.e. Ho Lee Judas Priest remaining catharsis seems like a versatile self determining tour de force whereat fingers of the lefthand move of their own volition spilling forth poe whet tree once expended leaves (of grass) finds me Walt sing whit man nigh hick cull tickled pink with a soft after glow.