I'm stuck again.

It took me 2 minutes just to figure out what to type in as the subject. Writer's block sucks the, you guessed it, rigid cock of Satan.No further in Purgatory.School sucks.I find myself disappointed that Infamy is not a real town.Our president speaks espanol. This should not surprise me, nonetheless, it does.Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.Excuse me while I jump-start my synapses.(sound of jumper cables being affixed to nose. Electricity noises. Screams.)Okay, that's better. even if the creative car in the highway of my mind is stalled, or even if it's roadkill, this is not the end of the world. I will recover. Voy a recoger. Tiger tiger burning bright in the forests of the night what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?Okay. I'm back. Gimme a sec and I'll post again. Lyrics or a story or something.