The words I ate earlier are bubbling in my stomach. Tummy tussling their way towards my butt crack. I hope today they will spill out in a sensible order and not just pepper my desk in an explosion of syllables.
I struggle to control their power. Sometimes they leak without warning. Sometimes they announce their arrival with a flurry of verbs which ricochet of the paper walls.
So far a tasteless start but one that allows my brain to tick over at 1am. No need for explaination or tortuous thoughts this morning. Just a complition of my Twitter page.
HDM
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