Thursday, April 26, 2007

Blank

Today, I cannot write. My mind is empty and I have nothing of any significance to say or discuss. My brain is a blank piece of paper; my thoughts are a hand clutching a pencil that has run out of led. My mind is a wall, blocking, with worries and complicated agenda's, any intelligent opinions or ideas from exiting my concience.

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