Writers Bloc and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivory workshop there is nothing new to be written all the ideas are used like a closet hook full like a treetop in an inferno no a tornadoe or a rabbit in his hutch or out to lunch a carat needs a ring the sloping roof spills rain there is no dry spot no human refuge in affinity does the wording fool the eye no way does the reader wipe his forehead his headache needs a pill oh chill gentle people reach out to your imagination use the hidden box to find the key open the mind and read the written pondering Lunch will be at Five Pm today due to infernal conflicting demanding needing yearning hunger and because it gives me time to play inside the weather changed from one day to the next a real sow easter blowing my mind welcome back to Writers BLoc
a carat needs a ring the sloping roof spills rain Writers Bloc Writers Bloc and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivor
WiccanonInternet She places a White Robe over her head sliding down to cover her to toes she lights a Magic Orb one of them Sixty Dollar kind with wick so longish thick she weaves her fingers there in front of it like she has captured FIRE like all the better witches did on all the Devils movies. She moves mouse just barely catching it; surprised it arrows MSN then CLICK she double clicking it has thus her webpage but to open it she has to type. She learned typing in the High School she attended it before they kicked her out one Friday she was there the next Monday she was gone. She gets in Hotmail only after she refreshes it retyping all the numbers wrong she finally gets to open it. Her email Webaddress looks just like this a.wiccan@hotmail.com for her namme is allouchious wiccan on the internet. She always gets the capshun wrong but there is never any email there at all. No one has captured it on one has come on. Shaking like a leaf in windy day she reaches out and turns computor button off. Then she reaches out to snuff the Majic Orb. To turn fire off. IN fright she grasps the Wiccan Wick and snuffs the FIRE; a pause and then the single glisten tear falls discoloring her Wiccan robe of White.
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