can o’ beans…

Fourteen Word Summit With Yesterday

She needed fourteen words to complete her writing block.  She recapped her day thusly:

A day of sickness. Here comes sickness… baby, baby, won’t you hear my plea.  A stomach unhinged.  A head stuffed with fog.  A need for something different and not sure how to think about it or how to effectuate it.  A drone of television buzz.  Bah, it does no good!  Read, read, read all day long in delirium.  Eat a can of beans, that’ll put you right.  Blah blah and hiss…  and such is the recounting of a day not too far into a new year…

“Use your head, can’t you, use your head, you’re on earth, there’s no cure for that!”

— Samuel Beckett / Endgame

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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