Getting the urge to write... break the world into million little words

It is annoying when this urge rise up to write something... at 9:30 in the morning when the research paper that needs writing is sitting waiting on the table from the last night's half-equipped arguments for the main thesis, Metric plays the too little, too late on the speakers in a loop, trying to find all the choruses and half-vocalized lines, conversational reading is talking about Malcolm Lowry's un-Under The Volcano writings, visions of Oaxaca, Sonora, mescal, Colonel and his tequila breakfast at 7 in the morning, Ulises Lima and Arturo Belano drunk on mescal and Roberto Bolano is dead still.