I seemed to have hit a literary bump. I really want to write something fresh, but I feel all “Bollixed up”. In a desire to spur my craving for prose I’ve turned to gimmickry.
First, I thought I would just Alphabetize my Creative Demise:
A Brutally Contrived Dialectic Endeavor Frantically Geared, Hopefully, Into Just Keeping Linguistic Momentum Nestled Obscurely, Proxemic, Quite Rightly, Situated Together, Under Veiled Wit X, Y, Z.
But then I remembered ‘Scatagories’ and out came the game cube…
Dice Deciding Dialectic Direction Deriving Deftly Dealt Detours Despite Disparaging Downfalls.
Can Craftily Connived Complexities Conceivably Coerce Creative Connections Cranially?
Will Whimsically Worded Wit Waft Willingly With Whatever Wishes Were Wistfully Wasted?
Perhaps Placidly Pondering Prose (Put Poorly to Paper), Projects Pitiful Performance Pitfalls
Being Bellicose But Bound By Bohemian Beliefs – Begrudgingly Beguiling Binary Betterment – Boastfully Bounding But Belatedly Bent By Bad Behavior.
Long-winded Loquacious Longings Left Leisurely Lacking – Laying Liltingly Languid, Literarily Lost
Should Someone Shout “Stop”? Since Silly Sequential Soliloquy Seems Somewhat Stupid?
Roll: V… Very Vexing!