Artistic Blockages... Without a Creative ExLax.

So, it would seem, as my world and the real world seem to be heading ever downward into the proverbial spiral of doom, that I have some of the worst artistic constipation of my life. I can come up with anything... what so ever... it is completely and utterly frustrating.

It's not a lack of ideas. It's just trying to put pen to paper ends with a load of abysmal drek.

Maybe it's the lack of distractions in life that have me in this artistic purgatory. Christ.