Dear nothings as aphorisms

In fact i wanna write something but I’m blocked.
It is an inconceivable bar to something profoundly slight, yet it dont wanna come out. Maybe should get more, much more into my own book if dreams like Jack Kerouac or Rimbaud or Celine.

Am I up to the task asking myself?

By all means, any means , even if going into a Gertrude Stein mode.

I am so blocked that there is no way to express that block, without starting to wretch for lack of characterization. There must be some way, I know it you know it, everybody knows it who have had their rejection slips pile up to unsolicited Muse’s.- I meant MS.