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My Life in Words and Pictures
08:51 am February 22nd, 2008
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You know what I'm coming to realize?

I love writing. I just hate the feeling when I have an idea blooming and when I'm writing that the story is stuck up near my throat because I have the big picture behind my eyes but I need to write it down bit by bit.

Feels like I've eaten too much too fast without enough water.
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Comment by auntbijou
auntbijou From: [info]auntbijou Date: February 22nd, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your fingers just can't type fast enough, right? *smiles*
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tainry From: [info]tainry Date: March 5th, 2008 04:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Know the feeling. ^_^
And - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
One day late...for some reason I thought you were the 6th.... ^^;;;;
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Lewis Carrol, 1871
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