words ants whatever
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words ants whatever

Words. Words in my brain. Words crawling into my brain through my eyes and servicing the hurgry maw of my imagination. Words bleeding out of my brain through my fingers, sucked away into a digital haven, where they nest and grow. Words ripped from their cyber womb and pressed into paper, tattooed there with ink and pressure and giant rollers. My head is a word anthill and I want it to be quiet.

I want pictures now. Sound would be good, too. No more words, not for a little while.


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