Try

Succumb to this mediocrity of unseasoned pleasure. Get the windows undressed, sip on a cup of caffeinated treasure. Reply to stale emails take a swim in chlorine. grab a post-workout beer force yourself to get clean. take a hot shower; call up your boss puff on some flower. Touch on yourself, Feel up the typewriter…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…