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Friday, May. 10, 2002 - 5:55 p.m.

Writer's Block... A Curse Indeed.

I had an idea for an entry in here. It was a really good idea. I smiled at the thought, and added it to my collection of thoughts to put to use later. And, as usual, my collection fell to pieces. I don't have the slightest idea what I was going to do. No clue at all. So now I'm just writing about having nothing to write. This is fun, is it not? No, you're right, I think I'll start a new paragraph now.

Right, where was I, oh yes, I have nothing to write about. It'd be okay if I had some little niggling thought in the back of my mind, crying "Write me! Write me! People will want to read me and I have some worth!". But as it is, no, that thought doesn't exist. Damn slacker thought. My brain's broken.

Another new paragraph. Yay! I think I'll just ramble now for a while, keep my dear, ever hidden, non-existent readers happy. Yes, happy, smile you bastards, I'm doing this purely for your benefit y'know? Well, your benefit and my need for attention. Praise me! PRAISE ME! please, if you would. That would be most kind. I'm not actually an attention seeker.

Honest.

Ooh, look at that, a new paragraph for one whole word, I am clever aren't I? AND another new paragraph to comment on it! Yay! Bounce with joy or I will beat you all with sticks, comprendé? Good...

I think, that this is a complete and utter waste of time (well, actually I know it is), but, time wasting isn't something I could say is bad. Well, not without seeming like a highly hypocritical person anyway. I don't want to seem like that. Whether I am like that or not is a different matter entirely. I think I'll get some food now. No, wait, later. I'm too lazy to go now. Laziness, that is something to enjoy. Unless you're going through some important exams or something anyway. Heh... Wait, I'm meant to be talking about my inability to write anything aren't I? Yesss... Writer's block. A curse on people who want to write. Well, more of a block, but getting technical makes me feel ill. Oh so very ill, with spangly stars that shine in many luminescent shades of purple. Also green.

LUMINESCENCE!

God, now that was truly redundant. I feel like going and slumping back in some dirty little hole in the ground. I'll be free from your funny looks there. Yes I will. You go now.

BLARGH

ALL AROUND THE WORLD NOW LIKE A BIG BRIGHT CHERRY CLOUD TRAVELLING FROM HOME TO HOME TV SETS AND TELEPHONES HERE IT COMES JUST LIKE A STORM BATHE IN IT AND BE REBORN TIME TO LET THE WORLD KNOW WELCOME MADNESS SAY HELLO

(Boingo)


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