Okay, must admit that I'd thought this ride was over. That the engine had stalled, no tow truck in sight, key's turning over, no sounds. Then fuck me, a cherried-out 1965 mustang moseys up the street, quiet, just kind of basking in that, gee I am a bad ass car but I don't need to flaunt it, mode. Want a ride
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stoppit omg.
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I know *exactly* what you mean by transcribing, and when it happens it's what makes all the indecision, all the angst (like why did I ever think I could write), every horrible, nagging doubt that dogs us when we write worth while.
Just hug yourselves because it's that good.
Anyway, since when is a shit-eating grin a bad thing? Grin away. You've earned it.
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*IS CRUEL*
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Am such a sub. In bondage via words.
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omgyaye!
ticklish laughing boyd does my heart good...
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Now who would just come barging into Johnny's house like that? Could be Orlando, which would be fun. Could be Keira, which might be more fun. Hmmm... who else could it be?
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