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[smilesweetly]

i don't know why. i'm just not able to get the words out anymore. i'm not moving forward, only being in moments, and sometimes i forget how long it's been, since anything. perhaps it's that my world has curled up into itself. i don't know. i don't know what i'm waiting for.

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[schmi]

You should write a book. And conquer the world.

[cytenga]

The first I can typeset for you. The second, I really cannot help you with.

[schmi]

My word, that was an old comment.

[cytenga]

I find expressing anything these days is a massive pile of ooze: whether the keyboard is appropriate or not (I'm going to have to ask my neighbor if they have a saw so I may reduce the height of my desk), whether the distance between the monitor and my eyes is appropriate: I am going to have to increase this, I have kept the monitor too close to my eyes, and I have tended to cross my eyes as a result. I will of course have to check with my doctor about the floaters in my eyes, and see if there is any remedy for them. I will also have to find out whether typing in dvorak makes a difference (it does, mark my words, I'm more open with a different keyboard layout). Being slightly intoxicated. (whisky it is) is helping at the moment, but I would prefer that I be able to produce such writs while in the normal course of things. (what qualifies as 'normal' is anyone's guess!). As long as I'm not caught in amber, and find some inspiration in the droll surging of the language sea, I can manage to get something produced. It feels like there is