Thursday 3 February 2011

if what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous

Christ, but some darn pages just will not go in. Birthing them from my man-uterus of the mind is a terrible thing to have to go through when The Block is in place, and if you have ever endeavored with any creative project you have at some point encountered The Block (AKA "The Wall") and don't need telling that it is a son of a bitch to work through. Got good reason, I suppose, but it's still frustrating to be hitting it again.

I need me some of that hippin' and hoppin' from the Time Capsule.

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