There is a great mouth in the center of all blank pages. If you spend too much time considering the mouth, it will swallow you. Such is the fate of those that don’t respect fairy tales of their generations.

Sugary drinks are not much better than sugary caffeinated drinks. They all conspire to keep you up at night. What is it monsters think about when they run around screaming? What goes through their unformed brains?

Random thoughts. I’ve been rather lax lately in posting my musings. My lassitude is only partly related to failing to post them. For the first time since I’ve foresworn consternation, I’ve run out of things to say. My tired stories depress me and scheme to feed the great mouth. And here I find myself: yet again consternating about writing.