This is from October 2011. Nothing has changed since then. :(
I am sick of trying to sneak up on a good
sentence. Its like an escaped canary and I’m standing there for hours quivering
with a soft tea towel wanting so badly to hold the little thing that I end up
sending angry hate vibes that make it move further away. I don’t understand it.
Writing. I don’t know how to do it so it doesn’t hurt. I don’t understand how
to get that wiley canary back. I follow it so far away from my home I’m not
even sure how to get myself back.
Judge judy, toasted cheese sandwich, help me
please write a decent sentence.
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