I feel it...the way everything unwanted but inevitable makes itself felt...slowly but surely.
Its a headless monster with arms reaching for me, threatening to strangle me.
Its a leering, eerie face mask laughing at me -- with holes for eyes and a cavernous dark pit for a mouth.
Its emptiness and blank pages and thoughtlessness. I feel a writer's block coming my way.

groupie-ness

I've never been this close to an actual rockstar...

...The official (and original) Fans of Jose, SPL MLA Chapter.

a thought.

I dont really have rules, but what I'm looking for are exceptions to the rule.

And that makes it more complicated than it already is.