Masochistic Nightmare

This thing called writing is not my idea of fun! it looks so easy when the inspiration is there but a pain in the **** when none is coming. Oh, to be sitting in front of this old computer squeezing each drop from this useless brain in futility when nothing at all is working within. I have been chewing on this damn bubble gum that had lost all its sweetness yet I am still at it, it's my jaws having a good workout, not my skull. How many more chewing gums are left to grind on and stick under the chair when no one is looking? ah, I'm getting tired of this masochistic nightmare.