Friday, May 22, 2009

Who am I? What am I supposed to be? Can I have some words please? My hands and fingers are ready at the terminal. Pump some of your verbiage through me. I channel thee. Become the one. Each word is chosen at the moment to be the best word for the job. Each sound comes along at the right time to evoke the emotions present in the scene. That was satisfying. That was sad as f..............ying.

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