Just gimmie three days to write a book.
If you gimmie those three days, maybe my computer will crash.
Maybe I’ll lose track of space & time much quicker than I realized going in.
Maybe I’ll drink 23 cups of coffee, 4 cans of Red Bull, and smoke 117 cigarettes.
Maybe I’ll stare at the computer-screen demon that taunts me with my unfinished work.
Maybe I’ll, just now, get a phone-call asking for an interview – she needed somebody from Hammertown, I believe.
Maybe the finished-product will please my sleep-deprived & caffeine-addled mind.
Maybe I’ll wait for perspective before I come back here again.
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