A gental breeze blows through my mind wipeing clean any thought that was there. My mind is full of philosophy, pyscology, algebra and english composition... There is no room for anything else.

"I dont have a problem with the sound of a woman in pleasure" he said as I was thinking about algebra.

"It sounds good to me" he added as I thought what to write next.

Sometimes my creativity comes and goes, this is simply one of those GOES times.

Its all half empty today.

tomorrow thou, it will be half full.

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