12 SANDWICHES

I can’t turn it off. No matter how much I don't try, or even when I plan not to not attempt it.
Once I even thought about trying to not think about it. Which in itself is a thought.
This can create a mind warping parallel vortex.
Usually the end result causes a lot of varying smelly sock/bin juice scented aromas, sort of like a bowel leakage pyjama pants swapping party, or at least that’s what I believe to be a similar descriptive smell

But since I gave up my career as a trained Police sniffer dog, my K9 senses are somewhat diminished, but I did get to keep my lead and grooming pistol. Is this the reason for my bowel leakage? or is it tacos?
Are you still reading? Cool! Creativity is something that I have often, but it’s a constant battle to sift through the shit and find that one gold noogie of awesome. So I don't usually sift, I just usually punch Humphrey Nuggets continually and Ideas come leaking from the strangest places. Once my frontal lobe, just on the left side, then it got so itchy.
For me coming up with a way to document them in chronological order, is just plain annoying, I can't find the letter LMNO anywhere on the Keyboard.
The most inconvenient time to write is usually when I don't have my hands on, and my spare hands are in the car, which is locked of course. Safety First! Right, Harold Lloyd?
What could I do if i had an idea to invent some lifesaving momentous earth changing criticality acclaimed most historically important hat design or T-shirt logo in the whole of the car park at the local supermarket? So I find it helps to always carry a pen or lipstick and the voice activated key to my spare hands briefcase.
I had an idea for a song once whilst in a toilet but the only the way I could write it down was to etch it out in urine and then take a picture, but as it turns out you’re not allowed to take photos in the ladies toilets. Huh don’t have to tell me more than 6 times. You still here? Have I taken up enough of your mind?