Getting rid of my thoughts

Here's Nietzsche in The Gay Science answering the question: "But then why do you write?"

A: I am not one of those who think with a wet quill in hand; much less one of those who abandon themselves to their passions right before the open inkwell, sitting on their chair and staring at the paper. I am annoyed or ashamed by all writing; to me, writing is nature's call - to speak of it even in simile is repugnant to me.
B: But why, then do you write?
A: Well, my friend, I say this in confidence: until now I have found no other means of getting rid of my thoughts.
B: And why do you want to get rid of them?
A: Why do I want to? Do I want to? I have to.
B: Enough! Enough!

And, on a lighter note, here are a couple of those happy little poems at the start of the Gay Science.

Judgements of the Weary
The sun is cursed by all men jaded;
to them the worth of trees is - shaded!

Upward
'How do I get to the top of this hill?'
'Climb it, don't think it, and maybe you will.'

Writing With One's Foot
I do not write with hand alone:
My foot does writing of its own.
Firm, free, and bold my feet engage
in running over field and page.