Creative Psychosis

Over the past year or so, I’ve found a fondness for guacamole. Whenever I have the chance to get it, I do. It’s quite tasty. Of course, this can have its repercussions. After consuming a Turkey Bacon Guacamole sub from Quizno’s for lunch today, my stomach has been in utter turmoil. I haven’t lost the farm yet, but damn am I in a knot and a half right now.

I know, you’re probably saying, “Mark, is this really blog worthy?” To which I would agree, No it isn’t. But creativity tends to suffer a bit when your stomach has rested a lawn chair right at the bottom of your throat. However, I didn’t any want to break this newly formed daily blog habit I’ve developed. So here is a paragraph of incohesive thought for writing’s sake.

A phone rang and silver was quick to flow away from the lava spill and I left my soul on the train along with the spare change and man oh man if it doesn’t got the groove that twists in a classic mode or a UNIX subheading and were this upset stomach to subside then I might just find out who is calling me… Peace.