6/17/13

There is a story inside me. I can feel it, the way you can feel someone waiting behind the shower curtain when you’re on the toilet. Like a reluctant sneeze tickling the back of your throat in the middle of a conversation. I suppose I will just have to wait until it chooses to show itself. Meanwhile, I will keep tapping away at the keyboard, waiting for this inspirational constipation to pass.

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