blank. nothing to write or say. just blank. music playing for some hopeful inspiration. but nothin comes along. so im just blank. blank. blank. blank.
but i do know one thing. my life is not blank. i mean my notebook has so many pages that has been ripped and taped back together and some pages that i jus decided to throw away for go0d. not all notebooks are filled with expensive ink or written with a platinum pen. my bic does me jus find. but still blank.
dam. how blank can i be???? before i go to sleep at night im not blank. i have tons of shit to put down. but when facing the notebook, blank. blank. blank. blank. straight up flatline riding when facing the notebook with the many ideas that flow through my head b4 me and that pillow makes love all night long till day break. 808's and Blanks should be the name of a mixtape i should do.
blank. nothing to write or say. just blank. music playing, television loud, dogs snoring, and snuggie warm. all of this happening for some hopefull inspiration. but nothin comes along or to mind. so im just blank. blank. blank............flat line blank!. xox0xo__pinky
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