Monday, January 9, 2012
Cob webs
Why do I find my self pre-occupied with thoughts of having no thoughts worthy of gracing this page...I long for a muse; a healthy distraction to jolt my brain back into functionality. My cerebral cortex has been having a Rip Van Winkle moment for too long and it bothers me...I need a jump start...some one help.
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