frequent reminders of mindblank
oh man i´ve
forgotten all my words
i´m scraping at an empty bowl
my thoughts don't want to verbalate
my ideas don't want to penetrize
bad poetry
(searching searching...)
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sterile
stoic
months of mindblank
(Nota Bene: if a reader is here: please don't take these posts seriously, they are half-fiction, written for myself for an imaginary audience, and some are decades old, if I had time to go back and read them, I'd probably delete or modify most of them)
