Spent and tired, like an exhausted oil in a rusty barrel, in the middle of the crimson beryllium desert, under an unmerciful, dazzling, caricatural and ridiculous globe of fire. Close to a spasmodic turtle which I cannot touch, belly up under the sun..oh wait, that was blade runner, and theoretically I'm not a Nexus (I don't think so but never really tested this). Plagiarism. Well, what can you expect from a spent and tired oil, not even an olive oil (which I would put on some bread with garlic, mozzarella cheese, tomato, basil). That's me tonight and I don't even think..better.. I will not make this wheezing weening ooze last 5 dirty minutes. You shall not pass! So it's not even a 5 Minutes Freewrite but, instead a 4.5 minutes burp of a nonsensical fastidious comment. Yes, other than a due general indifference, you may object that I wrote too little even for an abortion of a freewrite, that will never even dare to enter the gates of the freewrite Elysian fields. It's true but should I remind you my viscous condition?