Asper myself tend to occur late at night, or early morn 'o follow wing day unbeknownst despite acute insight how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite inspiration doth alight try as I might to coax, anchor right, burning candlebox at both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight noggin, where my poetic (side) juices glommed up tight blew silly blackened, and barbed as though cold anthracite ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps), sans each axon and dendrite, and **** pinwheeling frenzied writer's block won't budge, no matter intense aghast fright regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight which activates greater fright concentration stoppers appetite to satiate agile literary skill invoked with all mum might encountering severe
resistance along well worn nicked, pitted, rutted... central processing unit abysmal sight core cratered tracks analogous trite other places blasted as if by dynamite nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed to admit fifty plus shades of grey pock marked beltway abustle with at least bajillion self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy of heavily rowdy, yet polite sumo wrestlers exuding spongy dimpled cellulite, nonetheless grueling effort experienced with craven half starved diabolical spite