Practice makes perfect.

I currently have fuck-all to say to the world. There isn't a single thought floating amongst the synapses that I would claim fill my mind, but still I must post if only for the reason that, not posting means not exercising my mind in the slightest. To fill a page with words is to run free in a world of syntax and syllables... So I post. Much like P.E. class where we played dodge-ball and never cared if we won or lost as long as we had fun; I post, for the sake of hurling words at a blank page.
feel free to throw a metaphor back my way, just don't be surprised if I catch it and your out... after all I practice often.