I am quiete certainly empty now. I've spent every last thought and reached the very bottom of my skull. I've shook all the ideas out though my lips and drained my supply of inspiration. Nothing was created, nothing discovered, nothing changed. I just forgot to turn my brain off and it ran out of fuel, I guess. Anyways, do you know where the nearest gas station is? I want to get there before my autopilot fails.
Well hey aren't you the fucking pits.