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I had a professor in college who used to start every day by making us write for the first 10 minutes of class. No rules or guidelines, just throw down the random thoughts that whirled in your head. Spilling ink, making random doodles, and exploring my thoughts, I would often find from this exercise, a whole new spark of creativity... This is my spilled ink.
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So true
Well this sums up my life right now.
I can easily underline 4 of these right now without question. A few more would follow if I sat and thought about it.
…i need to print this out.
Holy shit number 8 is my life.
Oh my gosh. Truth.