LOL, you weren’t AWOL at all, Paul, you just ran balls out straight into that age-old wall made of writer’s blocks and had a bad fall, yeah, you just had to stop rocking for a bit till the alarm clock hollered and said you jolly well better get out of bed and start telling them tall tales again — wait, hang on, is your name Paul? Maybe it’s not Paul, maybe it’s Saul, it’s all the same here on Steemit so I guess I’ll call you Saul, whatever, you’re back out of the black and you brought your evil bastards and your kickass raps to attack the sadness and crack open a can of whoop-ass gladness into this slaphappy and strangely crazy daze we call existence.
LOL! Look what you made me do. Good stuff, man! 👍
Yeah. I'm gangsta. Lyrical slangsta. Making some bank, sir. Drawing a blank... der. Brain's in a blender. I broke my fender.
...it comes in waves. I don't even know what I'm doing some days.
Me neither, Dave, you just gotta smile and say thanks, return to sender when necessary, and always remember to respect the yin and the yangsta.
Well. Thanks for that tip, Bill.