Why Not Ask What We’re All Wondering?
I love it when you drop one-word and single-sentence themes for me to write about.
I like the element of chance and chaos you bring to things. You get me thinking my same old thoughts, but about whatever’s on your mind. Or some perversion thereof.
I like letting you lead me on, lead me astray, lead me down some simple country path, no doubt lined with razor-wire and trip-mines, the kind that shatter kneecaps and ruin young soldiers lives.
Yeah, writing feels like warfare with you. You fire off and I fire back. You laugh when I miss, and you bleed when I connect. I’ll absorb everything you’ve got and feed you back an onslaught of misery and affection.