Late night puddle of consciousness

Late night and Something Corporate on repeat mode. This can't be a good sign. I ruminate entirely too much when listening to SoCo late at night...and then, I use words like 'ruminate.' Emoemoemoemo. Lame. I wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.
You know what a lousy combination is? Baja Blast Mountain Dew and tequila. A lousy combination. Unlike amaretto and sour mix which is definitely the "up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a" of booze.
Tequila Dew makes my heart go fluttering like some sort of drunken hummingbird. I'm not a lush, I swear...but that's exactly what a lush would say, isn't it?
I need to read more. That, not donkey-punches to the liver, would make me a better writer. I should read Faulkner. I should read Garcia Marquez and Lahiri and Alexie and Neruda and Salinger.
Things that inspire and ignite. I want my words to sound good. I want my words to taste good. I want my words to feel good. I want them to sting and tingle like habaneros. I want them to pucker and flick like lime. I want them to burn like salt and I want them to melt and soothe like honey.
I just wanna write. Me and Talib Kweli. We got that in Common.