Most of the things that transpire in my brain end up dying there, either as poorly-timed remarks, slightly inappropriate visualizations or embarrassingly off-target anecdotes. But no longer! Now they have a home floating around the internet, bumping into other pages and becoming yet another source of procrastination, albeit one for the truly depserate. Writing should be entertaining and perhaps even a little enlightening, if done right. But most of all, it should be refreshing, like a lemon-lime spritzer or a morning pillow fight. Writer's block, commence!
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