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blathering_poetically
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incessant blathering makes u poetic.
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Borealis
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not necessarily true.. beware of blanket statements.. insert cheesy horror movie mood music here.
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cpgurrl
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but it does help me w/ poetry
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cpgurrl
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constant ideas
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I think hypnosis, the shade of blue specifically chosen to make us poetic.
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cpgurrl
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blathering_poetically is also good when you have writer's_flood
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Change She sat huddled against the wall, not responding to his call. He simply looked at her, watched this change occur, from happy girl, erect and tall, to scared mouse, weeping and small. He couldn’t take it anymore; he’d never seen her like this before. He wanted to banish this mood he’d never seen and bring back her sheen, but he sat there powerless as she turned into a mess. Suddenly, as he was about to flee, there was the distinct noise of two little boys. He turned around, desperate for a distraction, and saw the boys, playmates in action, playing a clearly elaborate fantasy game where something had been stolen, and they were deciding who to blame. I did it, one boy said, clearly very sad No, I did it, the other boy told him. He wanted to be bad. At this, the man laughed nervously, despite his fears, As she smiled through her tears. –Elizabeth Hassler
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fuck that, little self.
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w h o b l a t h e s Fb2CwgOxzw
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060711
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what's it to you?
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