April 29th, 2008

woxin white horse

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My stomach hurts. This may be the on-again off-again hysteria of a gut that has had cold steel inserted into it not too long ago. It may be (oh please god no) my system deciding after thirty years that after all it just doesn't *like* aspirin. Or it may be the physical expression of a psychological state. Because I think I'm creatively constipated. All those words in for the last three weeks, and no words out. I want to write but nothing comes.
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