½ a teaspoon of dread
¾ cup of recycled words
½ a pinch of artificial flavouring/pleasantries
2 ½ cups of minced phrases
1 ½ cups of finely diced libido
1 litre of distilled feelings
sprigs of conversations from a decade ago
a bag full of I-told-you-so

drawing a blank again crystal ball

Shloka Shankar