trippin' and clickin'

outrageous trippin', crazy clickin'! one and all.

i think that i'm a writer. i just put on a special jacket to prove it. it's a plaid, loose weave blazer by armani. i put it on over my sweatshirt. man, i sure feel like a writer. i pause and inhale deeply. for a moment, my expression goes distant, as if i am consumed with thoughts not of the times. can i be a writer now? i smoke alot.

something makes me want to get drunk and punch away at this keyboard all the time. i think that i like to assemble the words. it's like a fun puzzle, you can change the shapes if you need to, but you still gotta follow the rules.

what did i mean by "clickin"? i get the trippin' part. maybe the keyboard, right?
oh yeah, i'm a writer alright. what the hell are you?