The thesaurus is your lover; the dictionary is your best friend. The blank paper is your enemy; the broken pen is an acquaintance. Grammar can sit in the corner; and rhyme can have it's own chair. The trashcan's favorite food is crumpled paper, and you do so love to feed it. And who could forget, your hands and your mind? They are you, and you create art.
This is incredibly light hearted compared to my usual stuff. Not sure where it came from.