"There is something about LP"

Yes…there is. At least now, there should be, because I claimed it in words. I finally made a conscious attempt to write ‘something’.  That ‘something’ could have been fresh a few hours ago. Right after I saw a few photographs of my old self bundled up together with some friends in what looked like a smoky eat-house, but in fact, it was an old photograph which was scanned and uploaded.  That old disgusting self in that photograph, always low in confidence, always at the wrong place saying always the wrong thing, always at the wrong time. I am not going to get lured and get diverted by that pathetic self now, but I do promise to make consistent references to it in everything I ever write. Right now, I am writing about something not being fresh. Yes, that something could have been fresh if I jumped out of the shower with soaped body, opened my laptop, ignored my school schedule, and ignored the assignment that was due at 9 am, opened the laptop and started typing. But I did not choose to do that, why? Again, it is not the time to divert and digress.  Some other time, I promise. So, the words about that something could have been fresh, but, they are stale now. They have been like that for a few hours.  Well, not anymore. They are coming out. The ten valves at the end of my arms are open now, those valves which are connected straight and directly to my brain’s memory compartment. They are open now, and the stale stuff is coming out at full force.