Blight Christmas

[plasticprophet]

My fingers lose all motivation to interpret my thoughts into words. This scares me. I had launched into some extended, pretentious discourse of what exactly my words mean to me, making much use of literary device. I couldn't finish it. "My words are my cover, the shield against which all of life . . ." My fingers trail off, on strike against

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[krispen]

merry christmad naite!
love you man!!!

[plasticprophet]

Happy holidays to you, Annie. May the New Year find you better than the old.