The writer's cramp is still seething with biting pain. It just won't go.
The infuriating void has settled and my brain feels hollow.
It seems my best ideas keep coming when I'm doing something rather taxing to my brain.
It's probably like a little escape from say, my studies, that I think creatively with my imagination full swing.
Like the left hemisphere and right hemisphere of my brain is in eternal civil war and conflict.
I think television has warped my insides and I'm slowly mutating into a mindless, gibbering couch potato devoid of any spark of talent and creation.
God help me.
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