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The creative ideas valve righty-tighty, my left hand loosely over your fist. Organs shudder in procrastinative rage, it's a back-and-forth motion, an old metronome or airport hypnotist, and I am reclining at a 160-degree angle in mother's back-model La-Z-Boy as silence plows through beeping PBX systems and flustered employees darting from cubicle

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well, i read this. and i don't really know what to say. and, well, you know.

are you working friday? i thought i could pay you a visit.

[chirospasm]

I am I am I am, so drop on by if you're in the area.

[wist]

I don't think this became brilliant until the sixth time I read it. But now I know, whatever you write from now on: lucky number six.

(And now I interrupt myself to tell you the story of how Leigh went to Unitarian Universalist Sunday school when she was wee and she remembers covering old check boxes with macaroni and gold paint. And one day, Leigh asked the Sunday school teacher, "But what does Unitarian Universalist mean? And the teacher said, "Whatever you want it to mean." The end.)

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I don't think this became brilliant until the sixth time I read it. But now I know, whatever you write from now on: lucky number six.

I am an EDIT/REVISE FIEND -- and will never tergiversate my opinion on that, my dear.

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EDIT: Change tergiversate to withdraw

EDIT: Change withdraw to renounce

EDIT: Change EDIT/REVISE FIEND to EDIT/REVISE WHORE

[thatboyismighty]

now THAT

was good

it really was

[chirospasm]

Much thanks, Dan-the-Man-whose-name-isn't-Stan

[chirospasm]

kind of-

[reclaim]

hi! can we be friends?

...agian?

yr really neat.

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certainly-