Vila: 1, Blank Page: 0
June 26, 2007 § 3 Comments
You may be bigger than me, blank page, and scarier, and by now accustomed to staring down my glassy-eyed and increasingly contorted frame, but despite your advantage, I possess one quality that assures my ultimate victory.
Smell that, blank page? C’mon, take a nice, long whiff. Do you know what that smell is? That’s the fetid stench of desperation, my friend, which is a thousand times more powerful than your bland expanse.
Do you understand what I’m saying? No? Well, then let me spell it out for you: I’ve got nothing to goddamn lose, motherfucker, so you can take your blinking, smirking cursor and shove it up your ass. This bitch gots a dissertation to write.