Writing is -

Good times and true.

The Source.

...the 'Sauce'!  😜

Like Rehab.

A momentary vision of the ephemeral real.

Maybe the only way we're getting out of here in one piece.

We hardly know what.

Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.

Elena Ferrante

As per our last conversation - f.o.

It strips you bare.

With some time to reflect - I apologise.

cotton - g.f.y.

The day that I saw her.

Dramatic.

A fair-weather friend.

Writing is -

(cough)

Your last hope.

Oh YES stick it 

?

Stick it up 'em

For the people, obvs.

Paying your dues.

The work of the devil.