How much can one man say in eight minutes? I mean really. The world could flow from my fingertips, magic wonder, deep insight. Or I could vomit useless nothings, misspelling all the way.
Damn. Four minutes to go.
Here's a thought. Kiss my ass, writer's block.
Okay, that took up a minute.
Just sat there for about 30 seconds not writing anything just now.
How's a guy supposed to get anything worth while out in eight minutes, anyway?
I hate bigots, war, ignorance, REM, greed, fundamentalism, and working a job that has nothing to do with me.
There. That had value. Not bad for ate minnets.
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