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Gustatory: Chipotle, Joy Yees, azn candy, MY cooking Visual: NGE, Scrubs, Naruto, O.C., Family Guy, PoT Audio: Cynthia music, Linkin Park, Sum41, Enigma Kinesthetic: DDR, feeding, doodling, scheming.
Height: ~174 cm
IQ: 100+
Weight: 72kg+
DOB: 25-12-87
Edibleness: 100%
Bandwidth:8 Mbps
Mistakes: 536,112,000 and counting
Taken Name: Topher
Alias: Gopher
SN: erazorlord93
gmail: erazorlord
pitas: erazorlord
xanga: erazorlord
Other Site: Geocities
Something possesses you. You obsess over something. And then, you're writing away, painting away, singing. Playing the piano. You can't stop, you can't stop, you can't stop.
There's something you need to purge from your body; it's hardly biological but wholly unnatural. Some people consider it a muse; others, a psychological parasite. Some ethereal entity dissolving your soul, memory by memory, unless you purge yourself clean.
Maybe the writing isn't great; maybe it's nonsensical, filled with words you never learned and phrases you've never seen. Maybe it's stream-of-unconscious, full of PENIS freudian imagery and BALLOONS words you can't quite explain.
Maybe the writing sucks.
But you keep writing anyway, because you can't stop. Because there's that worry in the back of your mind that once you stop the flow of words, your little parasitic fountain of creativity will dry up and wither away, leaving you.........boring, just like everyone else. Uninteresting.
Dry.
Maybe there exists some means of distilling creativity.
------------------------------- Topher released a bout of insanity at 07:16 p.m. -------------------------------
