'There is No Such Thing as Skill'
The day I woke up giggling was the day I gave up controlling my perversion:
That was one bad dream.
Why is the heart broken and not squashed, flattened, or wrung out?
Would you wring out an icicle?
I give up writing about twice a day, just to keep things fresh.
I write myself a citation every time I break the rule and start writing again.
Sometimes I write a citation just so I can write a citation.
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