Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
Sometimes it happens all at once.
But first, there’s the pre-creative-spark, the droning buzz of creativity that isn’t being released. It’s constipation of the soul and it’s like having a cigarette, that weird satisfaction that’s also hunger.
Why don’t people understand addiction?
It’s fucking selfish, is what it is.
Anyway, this is mostly about how much I want a cigarette, I think.
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