I really want to write. I want to write something, my brain is telling me to be creative and write and be awesome but Lady Muse has done a runner and left me standing here.
Why do, when I name things, they always end up being female? Netty, Lady Muse, my laptop, (just call it “her” or “she”). I wonder what kind of analysis could be drawn from that? The fact I reference women so often has been psychoanalysed by my friend, as have my proclivities. My up and downs they cannot explain though, but as I have said previously, I call it balance. What goes up must come down. Practically Newtonian. I sounded like Raj from TBBT talking about karma in my head there. Tres amusant.
Je ne comprends pas ma tete. Je ne comprends pas le monde. Je ne comprende pas Francais.
It hurts that that is probably incorrectly congigated, and that there are no accents on my phone, but I felt like doing a little French. So sue me aite.
I spoke really badly yesterday. My colleague didn’t believe I used to speak differently to the standard English I use now. So I switched.
“Wagwan blud. Check that chick yea, peeeennnnggggg ting fam, mans be on dat. Girls backoff be tight man, ima tear that up, you gets me yeah?”
Ok, I never spoke as badly as that, but I exaggerated a little. I do that, so sue me. Give me a few drinks and I slip back into it a little though. “Bruv” gets used liberally and I say “safe” instead of “ok”.
Let’s try some creativity.
Pushing his hands through the sand he felt the burn instantly. The flame underneath the pan kept the temperature up, and guess what? Plunging your hands into hot sand over and over again hurts. But that did not mean he would stop. Every time Sensei called, he did it again. In and out. In and out. Each time with a ki-ai. Muhammed Ali had once said “pain is weakness leaving the body”. Clearly he had a great deal of weakness according to Sensei’s relentless pace. Pledging to train with him and being accepted was an honour. His body was there to be moulded and honed into the best it could be. He would need to be at his best to even qualify. But he would do it. He will win. His families lives depend on it”
Meh, that was ok. Clearly very derivative and cliche. But better than a blank page.
Time to work.