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[robinbloke]

I lost it somewhere, somewhere when I could let go and think without thought, write random rambles; now I have to force them like this and type maybe the music doesn't help; I want to switch off and reach inside again and just type, concious effort burns it away and it's gone. Think but don't think, think without thought it's sitting there at the edge of my fingers waiting to be found again if I can just touch it for a second it will all beflooding back like some kind of memory I never had aand then I'll be writing no phoness no text no nothinjg just an endless ramble again, rambling on without any meaning whatsoever. On and on halicon, damn phone.

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[duranorak.livejournal.com]

What to say; it goes away and then it comes back. Wait; it'll tap you on the shoulder when you're somewhere where you haven't got a pen and paper or a keyboard handy and you'll curse and be sure it'll be gone as soon as you can get it down, but it will come back, like a cat that ran away for a few days but knows you've been really worried about it; nonchalant as all get-out, eyeing you carefully every couple of seconds to make sure you're appropriately grateful to it for returning.

And by the way, I love you.

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[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

I think it went off for a holiday somewhere... probably sunning itself in Peru as we speak.
~hugs~ Love you back.