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[greygirlbeast]

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they'd made.
And the sign flashed out it's warning,
In the words that it was forming...I am so very not awake. Still, it would be a decent enough day to entertain comments, so please feel free. To comment. I'll be here all day. Anyway, I took all the proper pills, but was still awake until almost

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[chris_walsh]

I don't have much to add to this, other than that I appreciate what you say here about the process of writing. I've also been maybe more aware lately of the limits of using comedy as a filter for everything, and that not everything needs to be a joke. Joking about everything can be like having a diet of nothing but bacon.

(I remember a housemate who would rarely give a sincere answer to anything, unless he'd attempted a joke first. It got tiring. Then I found I actually couldn't trust him, and I moved out soon after, but that's its own story.)