Saturday, May 21, 2011

Writer's Block

He looked left, and then right, and then left again, as all good little boys and girls should, and also bad ones, but these were not his thoughts in the moment, for he was not at a crosswalk of any sort, unless you are thinking of a crossroads in life, in which case you would have a valid point, but to go so far metaphorically would just be silly, and it’s rather pretentious of you to think of such a thing in the midst of this tale. Everything was in the clear, so he continued on his journey through space.

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