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September 15, 2010
There is...nothing more for me to say. I managed to crank out 1,300 words in two days, and now I seem to be running on empty. Whatever will I say?

Should I talk about you some more? No... The readers must be tired of you by now. I'm too abstract for them to care for long.

Shall I describe the world around me, dark and chill and full of the crying of stars? Tears, tears, tears, raining down upon us, like melted diamonds. Why so morose, my beloved sky? Why so mournful, moaning trees?

Nothing to talk about...