I like my cosy box. It's warm & comfortable.

I like my cosy box. It's warm & comfortable. Why do I have to get out of the box to think?

It was so comfy here in the safety of my own mind, and I felt so protected and relaxed. Maybe that's why I couldn't do anything creative until I was out of it.

I was restless with creative frustration. I left my mind and went for a cappuccino. Strangely enough, the barista had a red beard and a tonsure. He showed me the tattoo on his pate

of Jesus Christ turning water into coffee. He fervently insisted that if Jesus were to perform the miracle today, it most certainly would be done with the caffeinated beverage.

I need *hack* water." My metaphor had made him into a full fledged misanthropist, and it was sucking the life out of him. He was expiring right next to me, so I texted him instruc

Tions as to how to deal with asymmetric words used in a string. He started folding stories and that transformed him completely. Max Ernst wore a bird mask to the reception at the

Musee des les diabolique. He recognized Helga dressed up as a thale but she didn't recognize him. He made sure she saw him and whenever she approached him he flew off. Then Helga

hoisted up her skirts and yelled "Hello, thaler!" and from that moment on he was bewitched to a creepy degree. Startled, Helga dove through a window and landed in a bucket of fish.

Yes, that's right. MY bucket of fish! The bucket of fish I cooked for dinner, along with Helga. Yes, that's right. Whom you are now chewing &swallowing. Happy Halloween!