Good lord, I thought you could do this whenever you wanted to! I had no inkling that it was an immediate task...
What do I look like? Greg Davies' little toy, sat in front of him to be berated and challenged on every little thing? No, I say! No, sir! I write it in red ink, taken straight from my oldest and best ink bottle, and I say no! I shall not enroll in this idiotic event! To be forced to write so immediately? That is harassment, I say! Good lord, dear lord almighty, have some shame!
Alas... here I am. I am what I am, I know what I am. I am a toy, in the end, for the mysticalities of writing. Insanities bubble through me, onto the white sheet in front of me, inanities flow out and I inflict them unto the world! But I am not sorry, for I am inextricably, insevarably linked with that magical dimension whence come all great ideas... that boundless meadow... that wondrous garden!
What do I look like? Greg Davies' little toy, sat in front of him to be berated and challenged on every little thing? No, I say! No, sir! I write it in red ink, taken straight from my oldest and best ink bottle, and I say no! I shall not enroll in this idiotic event! To be forced to write so immediately? That is harassment, I say! Good lord, dear lord almighty, have some shame!
Alas... here I am. I am what I am, I know what I am. I am a toy, in the end, for the mysticalities of writing. Insanities bubble through me, onto the white sheet in front of me, inanities flow out and I inflict them unto the world! But I am not sorry, for I am inextricably, insevarably linked with that magical dimension whence come all great ideas... that boundless meadow... that wondrous garden!
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