brain detergent

Last night I was doing the dishes when I became annoyed with how clogged the cap on the dish soap bottle was. I had to squeeze the fuck out of the it to produce even a hair-thin stream of soap. Then it struck me, that's the exact same feeling of frustration I get when I'm trying to write. No matter how intense the pressure, only a scrawny anemic little trickle of words ever gets out.