I'm in one of those moods where I feel like I am a time bomb packed with creative energy, just waiting to explode. The thing is I'm not sure how I need to express this creativity at the moment. If I want to play the piano, take pictures, write, draw, etc. I feel like I want to write, but the words aren't coming to me. They will, I'm sure. I don't know what form they'll be in, but they'll be there. Whether I should express them through the written word or spoken word is the real question. I think I'll go dance and try to figure it out.
In the mean time, I'll leave you with a limerick I wrote not so long ago.

There once was a woman ashore
Who was known for being a whore
She fucked a killer shitless
Mid blow job became spitless
And ended up dead on the floor.

In bad taste? Of course! But would you expect anything else from me?