Creativity. Lately I'm sick with it, I'm Dengue Fever and every thrash of my limbs seems to knock ink onto paper, wring notes out of instruments and bang naked bodies together. A long mongoloid year and a half without my creative juices flowing in any way other than simulated battle at my dojo and the langorous dance of good sex- both admittedly
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