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The Journal of Soulo Jacob Bourgeau Lifting a Pen to the Sky, I Said...Nothing...
04/14/2006 07:01 a.m.
Dreck...drivel...tripe
Rehashed metaphors and lack of linear thought plague my writing tonight.
I tried, I had some material from last night's dream and it...just fogged out on me.
I wanted to make love with the pen, instead I just fornicated on the page, crinkled, and tossed it in the corner.
Not a very interesting journal entry, just venting my non-creativity into the ethernet.
Tomorrow is a new day; hopefully lacking in cliche. grrrrrrr......
I am currently Scattered
I am listening to Sing - Dresden Dolls
| Member Comments on this Entry |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/14/06 at 02:02 PM interesting how your non-creativity comes across poetic anyway (material from last night's dream and it...just fogged out on me. ) But at least you wrote something, tonight comes another dream, and tomorrow is another day...best wishes for writing for you...sweet dreams, jewels ps: thanks for reading and commenting on my journal too...please read anytime...that always sparks something in me... |
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