The shower drain hair between me and you

I knew Obama was heaven sent, but Trump made me think I could be President. Come on, he’s not that bad.

Everyone is a writer now. The next question after ‘What are you gon’ call it?’ is ‘what’s its username?’

Writing can be without purpose. Even then it is purposeful. That’s why I like it.

Independent thought in 2018 is as a rare and beautiful a thing as ten days of consistent English weather.

Even now, before you’ve read it, I know you’re reading.

I’ve got a blockage. Does the audience congeal the stream? Stuff the pipe where the good stuff flows?

To communicate yourself to the world you must know where your stand.
And to do that, you must be able to be alone in your mind.
When alone, you have to reach for things.
This is when talk under your breath in a weird voice. This is when the muse appears. Does a muse ‘live on your shoulder’, always have your back like a defender? (with) Or does a muse ‘live on your shoulder’, someone you always have in mind? (to)

I think you should neither write to/with it.
As soon as you have someone on your shoulder, you vibrate together and create warmth.

They know you. They feel for you. An empathetic muse is the worst kind because you only deliver them news they want to hear.

Trying to pierce the magic, unknown space between each other gives communication urgency and meaning.

To create haptic language, the muse must be invisible.
The muse must not love you, or hate you.
The muse must not exist on your shoulder, in your hands, underneath or above you.

The muse must be someone you are trying to win. Also –

EXPENSIVE RED CAR

You are beautiful
And isolate me
Though you know me well, You are the sun,
You are the sun.

You are beautiful
And isolate me
Though you know me well,
You are the beginning of something, You are the beginning of something.