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Monday, September 22, 2008

All Is Good

I went to work and came back.I have something on my mind, but it's not urgent. It seems that I think that writing annoys me. My own writing, and the other people's writing. I am talking about bloggers. Some of us are so boring. We are so not creative, or maybe so wound up like mechanical mice: We have no talent of our own, but we still write and want others to be taken by our genus. The sweetness and innocence of journal writing seems to be absent in blogs that I've read recently.There is the mediocrity of a "C+" student that creeps itself in. To remedy this situation I am stepping in with my fine writing. I make no promises to be producing the so called "enjoyable reading"; I only promise to be the promising author, forever promising, promising for good, for the years to come. My evening story produces only one theme: My belly is full, I am not suffering from malnutrition, and I like and appreciate the light. Without the light there is no shadow. With that let me leave this post and go to watch some TV.

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