6.02.2005

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d ii wanted to squeeze out my brain and drink the juice.
i wanted to write.
but i just could not do it.
now.
this is not a writer's block.
because who am i to call myself a writer when i have never published or even copyrighted a work of mine?
who am i to call myself a writer when i can not even write a decent piece when i wanted to?
who am i but a frustrated writer.
all wit defy me now. i am no squeezer of thought and so i'd surmise that my brain is dry and that i'll perish in thirst of a cannibalism hunger for my own brain juice.

Rav De Castro
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05:41

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Comments:
oi rav! ahaha!!! pareho tayo!!
 
yeah...and guess what, you were able to write something...
 
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