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Dahh!!! Stop Call Bombing Me, I'm Making @(*&^king Art Here!!!! Grrrrrrrraaagh!!

No, really. Have you ever had it happen when you were in the zone. Creativity was pouring from your fingertips like sunlight on spring flowers. It didn't matter what you were doing: a sculpture, a poem, a clay statue; it was just flowing. In that moment, you understood yourself, your work, and all the delicate functions wi-RING RING...
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..let's just put that to ignore, shall we? Therrrre we go. Alright then. And you understood yourself, your work, and the delicate intricacies of your art form. The characters felt like separate parts of yourself, and like people you've known for years. The clay twists and winds under your careful guidance as if it were a third arm that you could pose. You fancy you can hear the beating of wings as the unimaginable mind of God begins to manif-RING RING..
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..dear &*^@ing.. Yes? Oh, hi! Fine. You? Gooooood.... So, uhm, I was just.. You what? Why, yes! Tuna does taste foul on white bread, doesn't it! I had a similar experience myself! Now, if I you will excuse me, I was... No, my day was actually pretty boring! Except for this part, where I happen to be... Are you serious? Huh, I didn't know that. Cool, I'll watch it. Okay, I need to go. Alright, stay away from the Bum-bum-bumblebee, now! Yes, my jokes are outdated, I agree. Goodbye now! Good night!
siiiiiigh....
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Daaaa hwa hwa Heh hoo haaaa! Lookit my fingers! Look at 'em! Look at 'em wiggle in HOPELESS FUTILITY above the keyboard! So cute! Hee hee heeeee... hee haa... uggh.  ^&@! on a )@#! cracker covered in *(&@.  ....with a side of *(&@.  Forget it, I'm going to b-RING RING..
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RING RI-SMASH!!!

Dani3Forsyth Dani3Forsyth 26-30 2 Responses Apr 13, 2012

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Oh, if only that worked on mine. I don't know when they sleep!

This is why I write late at night. :)