Writers get writers block, do pornstars get porno cock?

Thoughts race through my mind, twisting, turning and narrowly avoiding crashing into the corners of my imagination. I begin to type a note about the snow that is slowly falling outside my office window. Taunting me with its beauty by reminding me that the next 6 months of my life will be spent shoveling the shit out of my way every morning. Then I realize im not ready to bitch about the winter yet, besides, I've said that in other notes, comments and status updates. Suddenly and without warning my penis stands at attention as though a vagina drill sergeant walked into the room and blew a whistle. He has no arms but if he did they'd be waving frantically above his head screaming, "Write about me....write about me". But we've been down that road before too. Hermaphrodites, white house party crashers, pigeons as an endangered species, kids at war with bedtime all float around in my mind waiting for their respective turns to be born into the world as facebook notes. I begin to write, and the paragraphs flow like always, no writers block for me....the ideas, thoughts, jokes and sexual innuendos spill onto the page faster than drunken old Uncle Wayne will spill his wine on your new carpet on x-mas eve. Just as quickly the select all and delete buttons are struck with a knock out punch, sending the note back into the dungeon of my mind with all the dirty fantasies that therapy has yet to prepare me to speak openly of. I lack motivation and so I stick them with coat hangers and end their chance at life. So fine I come to face it, writers block has me in its dirty little grasp....like old drunk Uncle Wayne, when no one else at the party is looking..... I have to sit back and figure out why. The words are all there, and they seem to flow as effortlessly as dropping a roofie into an unsuspecting girl guides fruit punch. So why can’t I finish what I started? Then it hit me like a paparazzi pursued princess.....slam...and just like that I got the answer. It's all your fault. The few of you who actually do still read these things. I've come to enjoy making you laugh and smile and yet when I began this it was to make me smile. If you liked it great, if you didn’t even better. Sure I still occasionally say things that most others wouldn’t even consider admitting they think about but I've noticed an increased desire in myself to make my notes funny for you. Well now I've decided to say, fuck you all...lol. Once you start caring what people think you're no longer free to truly and completely be yourself. That’s why people snap and end up shooting a McDonalds full of kids on their lunch break. If we hold all this fucked up shit inside it will eventually cause some sort of break down. I am increasingly frustrated with people feeling a need to "fit in", to look, act and be a certain way. Most of the people around me make me sick so why the fuck should I pretend to be something Im not.....just so I can get a Christmas card once a year, so I can get birthday greetings on facebook from 50 people I really don't give a fuck about any way. I'm as much myself as I can possibly be with everyone in my life, I hide very little of my personality. I obviously can't share all of it at the office, at least not with the certainty of sensitivity training looming but I do my best to be me at all times what you see is what you get. I really think it was the facebook gods that got me to this point and not my loyal readers, the ever impending threat of being shut down again, and again and apparently again. But fuck the facebook Gods too. If I want to write about what the bible says to do in case someone cums on you, (Leviticus 15:8) I am going to do it. If I want to joke about what the number one cause of pedophilia is (the answer is sexy kids) I am going to do it. And if my penis is standing at attention, (as Im preaching this can you here the patriotic music in the background) demanding to be seen and heard, I am going to set him free.....because in this nation our fathers fought for the freedom of not one but of all penises. And when the facebook gods get wind of the impending anarchy and I get shut down again....I will meekly start from the beginning again having learned the same thing I would for getting arrested for indecent exposure.......chose your audience carefully.