The Inner Werewolf.
Ohhhh! Damn it...
As I dashed out of my room to my "head quarters", I was so pumped to write and share, again, my ideas. But then again, after the monitor comes to life, energy was already lost. Oh! You Writer's Block! Why now? For weeks you have been pestering with me! My future hangs on the balance now! You and your friend Laziness, plus your best friend, Porn, who have been constantly reminding me of the new downloads I have hidden in an anonymous folder I have named "System Files", are the cause of the bottled anger I have inside me! For days Creativity was already shouting out of my system. He needs to get out! But you are just one selfish little bitch! But not tonight you pesky, seducer, good for nothing pigment of my imagination! For days I have been waiting for this! It was a long shot, but it was all I need to revive the beast in me! The beast who devours new ideas, thoughts and dreams. The creature who lurks in the darkness of my mind waiting the grab the first victim. The Literary Werewolf!
Thank you suppa moon! You are the aphrodisiac of my slumbering mind.
Ooooo...I can feel the throbbing of my manly brain...yes...that's it...give me more moonshine!
What a sight! But why do I have the natural reflex of ingesting alcohol? And when did it happen that I WANT alcohol? But unlike some people I know, I never want to be drunk.
And lastly...harisu...you fooled me.
