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Haven't posted words in a while so here is some writing dating back to 09/09/09. I usually never date my work either:

The music kept moving forward but the mind was caught suspended in mid-air. Who was this woman and what type of powers did she possess? I question my source of creativity and how that may also be my road block. It didn't matter what music was playing, my mind was doing all the orchestrating. Why did she like succulents? Of what variety? What species? Which leafy critter fancied her eye?

The door is closed but there is a square missing. Why? How far can you delve? The vertices that intrigue you intrigue me too. Of form, of color, of juxtaposition, of balance, of opposites, of climaxes, of tension, of nature, of destruction, of distribution, of chaos. Your work has left me lost in its wake, wondering where mine will begin.

I think we are of the same variety, I wonder when your birthday is.

12FV(sleepless).