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Thursday, March 4, 2004


   *Has Spontaneous Heart Attack*
Curse this infernal lack of inspiration. Curse it good!
I can't beleive this. I haven't written anything in months...or has it been a year? If it has, I'm gonna go...slaughter something. A whole year. I'm so out of practise...My writing looks like it's been dragged out of a two year old with a meat hook. It's disgusting. Sloppy, run-on rants that say absolutely nothing. And why is this? BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT! NOTHING!!! It's really quite depressing. Others are typing away, releasing their endless reserves of creativity. And here I sit, getting pwn'd in Gundbound. Or at least wanting to, since I'm not allowed one friggin' weekdays. But 'tis besides the point. Everything I say is redundant.
Redundant. Like Mr. de Bono...Pompous man...Thinks he can 'teach thinking'. I can't finish this rant. Maybe later. For now...
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

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