We have nothing much to say these days but the play that was the thing brings its own confusion with illusions undercover and I'd rather phone in the epilogue but the monologue is unseasonable and those treasonable thoughts bought their own end to pretend is the next act but I track my own disappearance with the clearance of a hawk and the eyed that are closed.
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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