I Don't Know What To Write!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE.....i don't know what to write..... I DON'T WHAT TO WRITE! i don't what to write! ohhhh!!!! ahhhhh!!!! I don't know what to write is a phrase that has stuck in my head, spinnin' and spinnin' mildly upset cause it's dryin' up the deep lyrical content, I'm so naturally blessed with, seemin'ly disappeared without a trace of an inspirational syllable in sight and frustrated like tendencies caressed my humped up shoulder blades like a fresh dose of gloom disguised as writers block, just appeared out on the blank word document what a shock, I just kind’ a feel all wrote out to this point in need of a new adventure or tragedy, to stir up some hidden emotions, not my crotch cause that's what's happenin' now as I catch this girl lookin' intently at my animated fidgety display at typo typin', that has become my trademark and as the junkie itch gets a hold of me, I get this sudden urge to look up her skirt somethin' I have never done, but suddenly feel like I missed out on the bitch licks her lips and now I now it's on I don't know what to write so this borin' shit just seems too ebb and flow from these ten culturally mixed finger tips without the desperate grip an inflicted mindset abnormally brings, like red tide to the sea, it can get quite messy where's the story in this un-scriptural shit, as an excuse for poetic words, I ask myself lookin' at the blur reflection starin' at me, in this pc screen none the wiser it appears scratchin' my head seem unable to unleash any new ideas all I see droppin' in my lap, no good fortune, just some dry dandruff flakes spat out by my un-plat afro, standin' at it's metaphorical wits end for all it's worth it won't help me appear anywhere near a magazine like Forbes, Drum or the Huis Genoot or what? I don't know what to write is keepin' my inspiration in a constant flux, up and down withdrawal symptoms further complicatin' the writin' experience and teazin' my mind, just to succumb to my weed smokin' habit just for once and my weak ass actually backslid twice, but now I'm back like Mase from his preacher’al stint on the Thursday mend in search for consistent inspirational wealth then spend another day without my beloved weed and girlfriend who's paradin' her culture in Canada on a cultural exchange program so I'm left to fend for my lust on my own, with five fingers and a palm for how long the question remains, till my wanderin’ ways takes over again cause my resistance has just been weakened by this flirtin' lady's persistence I don't know what to write so why don't I then just stop well.... I actually really feel like writin' on about anythin' that pops into my head and this is what I'm givin' you now, probably meant just for my eyes, cause who on earth?, would be able to deal with this borin' shit the main phrase drivin' it, says it all I don't know what to write, but for literacy’s sake, I just had too express and capture the ordeal writer's block has put ne through in order to deal with it constructively cause there are days that I feel like just losin' it and go on a binge just to subtract anythin' for writin' but I normally I'm able to discipline myself and keep holdin' on, believein' that the scripture will appear from within as it always has even when I don't know what to write, but for now this girl keeps starin' into my eyes ohh! these horny university girls are simply the best and now I know this will be one of the last times I hope, that I won't know what to write...