Make Your Tedication: A Cautionary Post

I may have come up with a way to knock loose a few ideas, see if I can get writing again. Here's what I'm going to do: randomly eat something that's hidden in the very back of my freezer. I know, that sounds drastic, but I see several mystery cubes back there and maybe they'll help. Not sure what they are exactly...ancient popsicle bits, petrified chicken nuggets, who knows? I'm just hoping that it's gotten weird enough over the years to do the trick, I am desperate for a linguistic placebo. Mental theives, the Wordavores, have made vittles of my wits. Allright, I've chiseled the mystery cube out of my freezer...here it goes.

Mmm. That is...that is plush. Sow I'm loothering wickward. De-septinator? Fellowish, yet ever so lupine. Sex sex sex sex sex. Wellward I climb, tombly and fine, but never with yellowing candles. Pursuant, schizotypal. Leafish, thwick and thrown...

Once I wasn't anywhere
I arrived there when I tried
Walking through an open door
That had no other side

Brakes screech (the onomonopeia, not the Saved By The Bell character) and a tiny conductor is ushering me from the train. Man, that is seriously a tiny conductor, but he's pissed. I've been unfavorably ejected. That seems...unfair. Was I balking in my jeep? Raising a pluckus of some sort? Screw it, rides over. Think I'll just drink a beer now and watch Futurama. Updates as they're available.