I am drawing a blank. It's sort of a neo-existential treatment in art. You stare at a blank sheet of paper and you concentrate on nothing. It can even be a virtual piece of paper, like this blog, for instance. You think you are reading what I am writing but I'm not writing. I'm drawing a blank.
I sit here and I don't even blink. It's like low-tide at coffee hour. I just stare. I'm drawing a blank. You might call it poetry. I call it a blank.
El blanco, that's my new name. This is not a game. It's a blank.
Here, let me draw you a picture:
What else can I say, it's a blank.
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