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Saturday, April 23, 2016

what is this feeling?

High as a kite with no string. Sometime during the transit of the Pink Moon I wrote the meat and bones of the finale. Hit print and passed out.

I know it looks kind of like this now, but I can make it across and back and I'm not afraid of heights or alligators. I can fly and I taste bad.


2 comments:

  1. These meaty phrases perfectly describe the punchiness that follows an awesome writing session!

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