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DAMN YOU WRITERS BLOCK!!! Create a prose based on the following concept: (intended conceptually, not literally) Writers block shows up rather regularly, interrupts us, is painful, irritating and often causes headaches. Occasionally indigestion. Playing off the common phrase "aunt flow," (menstruation), one could compare aunt flow (menstruation) and writers block (anti-flow). You can use this play on words and concept to fuel a rant, a comparison, whatever you please. But I think we all agree writers block is a vile creature that must be executed without mercy. May the rage commence!
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break the block

the block is dealt with smashed, guaranteed

by jumping off a cliff, a near miss with death

get in the grip of nature's claws, sunken deep in mud and shit

falling off a high place be it roof or tree,

the shuttering wings of a high altitude plane caught in turbulence

or better yet a small crop duster, single prop caught in near missed wires

gettaway from creature comforts' freezing ass in the snow

grip of frozen melancholy,

pain and suffering's monotony off the beaten path

aching gut from cold or sweat, high altitude, low altitudes

desert's pass, mountain peak, cold alone's morass,

pitch of dark,

brink of edge,

cavern's hole,

vortex fall in the black

lost away from the safe

safe away from safe

out of gas, out of breath, out of friends, out of town

ill report, no support, stabbed in the back, kicked in groin

sucked in, chewed up, spat out hanging by a thread

which way to turn, quell the fear, contain the dread

move the block with block and tackle it with your mind's over matter,

splatter, subdue the sultry sundry suffocating ho hum boredom ordinary dross,

bring the liquid of your thoughts to surface;

it will move huge blocks by lubrication,

just like death valley's mystery rocks by rain and wind

and when you get a chance to reflect an' shake off the pressing needs

and stare into space alone, away from expectation's eyes

no one to appease, no frills' demands

regurgitations of stale food expelled and purged,

no left overs left to eat

convert the block

to a chopping block of fresh killed meat