Aha!
There are just days when the slightest idea that hits you becomes a flow of thought that effortlessly weaves into a magical translation of words that turn into a brilliant piece of writing. Picture an 'AHA' moment with light bulb flashing inside a curly thought bubble outside your head. Looks familiar? Well, I cannot be farthest from that picture than this moment.
As I am sitting here tapping on my keyboard, a few thoughts have entered my head. They are so few in fact and if I were to describe them, they come just about as bland as the glass of skim milk with rice bran powder I am drinking right now. Imagine. My thoughts -- where have they gone? My mind is probably depleted from an oppressive 3-day bout with migraine that had thankfully let up this morning. Picture a desert, dry and barren, save for a few random cactii. Now, where did that come from? That is such a cliched picture of something with nothing, I mean, can't I be more original than that? I suppose I associated the desert with the heat of this morning -- it is so hot I can almost feel steam coming off my head. And then, that was just enough of a filler to make it decent enough to end my second paragraph right here.
I take a drag from a lemon-flavored cigarette. I do not know what to make of it. It tastes funky for sure, like I guessed it would when I picked out this cute looking pack from a small tobacco shop outside the theatre last night. I must have gotten carried away with the mood of the movie 'Maid In Manhattan'. It was light, cute, whimsical and I figured, I can do with lemony smokes to go with that. You know, like lemon meringue pie - nice, tart, light, fluffy, whimsical? Perhaps.
My dry stream of thoughts have lead me nowhere near it could have gone, nowhere. I am still here, pondering theuselessness most unlikely combination of smoking lemon flavored cigs with a drink of warm skim milk with rice bran powder. UGH. Don't try them together, they're the couple least likely to make it ...
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As I am sitting here tapping on my keyboard, a few thoughts have entered my head. They are so few in fact and if I were to describe them, they come just about as bland as the glass of skim milk with rice bran powder I am drinking right now. Imagine. My thoughts -- where have they gone? My mind is probably depleted from an oppressive 3-day bout with migraine that had thankfully let up this morning. Picture a desert, dry and barren, save for a few random cactii. Now, where did that come from? That is such a cliched picture of something with nothing, I mean, can't I be more original than that? I suppose I associated the desert with the heat of this morning -- it is so hot I can almost feel steam coming off my head. And then, that was just enough of a filler to make it decent enough to end my second paragraph right here.
I take a drag from a lemon-flavored cigarette. I do not know what to make of it. It tastes funky for sure, like I guessed it would when I picked out this cute looking pack from a small tobacco shop outside the theatre last night. I must have gotten carried away with the mood of the movie 'Maid In Manhattan'. It was light, cute, whimsical and I figured, I can do with lemony smokes to go with that. You know, like lemon meringue pie - nice, tart, light, fluffy, whimsical? Perhaps.
My dry stream of thoughts have lead me nowhere near it could have gone, nowhere. I am still here, pondering the
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