I refuse to confirm that I suffer from depression. I keep writing to fulfill some sort of self image where I am this deep philosophical writer with ideas that others find intriguing but as soon as I get near the end of a piece I end up back spacing the whole thing thinking “well fuck kid, why don't you just sit on the tops of buildings and shout LOOK AT ME, we all know how much you love attention.”
How about this: One piece, no deleting, no changies or take backs, just words after words in some sort of order. Starting now.

But what to write? An erotic? A horror? COMEDY? Should I write about feces and children with shit in their mouths. Is it true that poo ruins everything, that it can take take over even the most provocative artwork and...

Jill and Phil were married. It was convenient because they both only ate jello and hated anything that had to do with the colour blue. They refused to go out side on clear days and the only time they visited the ocean was 11:46PM on the summer solstice.

When they fucked the wind would watch, cautiously blowing on Phil's balls to cool them down so that he could last longer then ten seconds.

KOOLAIDS

“Sift in falls just down there Mac. Earlier I found at least a half pile of gold, until a wild salmon jumped in my pan. Nearly pissed myself.” Regg's voice whistled through his missing top tooth. “I knew one day we'd hit it big, but boy did we ever get ourselves into hole here.”
“What's the plan Regg? We burned the last of the ladder to cook that fish for lunch. I see here that we only have a few days until the rain comes and fills up the canyon. How do you plan on escaping this time?” Mac sounded scared, he picked his teeth nervously.
“Shhhhh. D'ya hear that son? More gold.” Mac looked at Regg trying to decide if he was being serious. “No more silver, only gold this time. Fellers down in town are going to be sorry they ever doubted me when I come back carrying all this.”
“Regg, I think it's wearing off on me. How did we get down here?” Mac's arm was shaking but he didn't seem to notice.
“We took the ladder, but, hold on... What have you done with it?” Regg also seemed to be coming down pretty hard and fast.
“Lets go fishing man.”
“Plug the holes with your briefs and we'll swim out.”

SHAFERYONKTA

Jill never came if it was raining, even if Phil ate her out for four hours. He would wait for a storm to ask her important things like “How many kids do you want Jill?” or “Can I lick your pussy?” She wouldn't answer but he got off on making her uncomfortable. He once pushed her to the break of her sanity, refusing her an orgasm when the weather cleared. She screamed and eventually microwaved a ham so that he could finish her.

But that doesn't make sense. Shouldn't it?
The miracle was a waste of time.