Sunday, March 6, 2011

Where to Begin?

Voting #: 4096

Monica sat holding a pen and paper, the synapses in her brain palpitating for inspiration.
Her fingers, sweatily grasping her pen as she strenuously contemplated.
She was pondering while waiting to attack the slightest indication of a unique thought,
hoping to scribble it down.
Nothing was forthcoming, Monica wrote this instead.

A302174

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