is it too unoriginal to discuss hangovers in subway trains? i know i’ve always been accompanied by trite ides, but this feels different. a little more fresh. my mind is bleeding, and i’m not sure how to stop it. doctor suggests to stop the cancer rods, the liquids as well. but these are only suggestions. not relevant to the pace that i’m moving at. i’ve heard that creativity should pour out of you like a fountain. hemingway described it as blood on a type writer. shame some of it ended up on the walls instead of on the pages. i’d pray to be different if i believed. but i don’t. and i’m just like the rest of them. just like the rest of them but a little more stale and a lot more unoriginal. i’m a walking cliche. something in accordance to cardboard or perhaps the color yellow. something bland without taste. this hangover is growing worst and when it ends, another will arrive. if i could only do something to stop the bleeding. did i tell you what the doctor suggested?