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Right..
Write. Write. Write. Write. Write.
Riiiiiiiiiiiight...
You think that these thoughts will just come, just exist, just enter my head to flow down my arm down my hand to my fingertips holding my pen to flood over the paper and cover the lines... No..
Write. Write. Write. Write of what? Of nothing or something or everything at the same time as just existing and describing it with one word, be. Live a little, take a risk, let it out, write. Write. Write. Write. Yes..
A rhythm that forms and controls and moves and soothes.. That beats out that tune that you knew only yesterday and today it is...
Write. Write. Write. Write. NO!
Don't write, don't talk, don't listen, just breathe, just run and jump and play and sing and screeEAM...
Hello. My name is Ashley. What's yours? Really? How funny.
No, I didn't mean it, it isn't funny no and not at all strange or odd or different from the heard, no, I didn't mean that, no I didn't say that, NO!
Write. Write. Write. Write no just read.. Just recite these words frontwards and backwards three times a day until the bottle is empty..
Right...
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