Short

My brother sent me a book of Shorts. It's supermega cool.
I'm inspired.
I believe my writing is going to be shorter and shorter from now on. by the end of the week, it will be one sentence summarizing my state of mind. By two weeks, one word. This is not the meaning of a Short, in terms of literature...I probably don't have the ability to be as concise.
I don't have any stories to tell either.
hmm. okay. nope. nothing.
my brain is fried.

how about a haiku:

Bocadillos from machines
Meet under the Clock
I'm out of creative juice.


worst... haiku.. ever. I'm leaving.