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Electrified inspiration draws me to my seat. My mind races hundreds of miles per hour. Ideas blossom in my mind. When the webpage finally loads? Nothing. Blank. No ideas, no inspiration, only a trickster, dancing away boastfully with all my ideas. Jerk.
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Sep 25, 2012
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