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[prosodic]

It's too bad that I have the itch to write into the wee hours of the night, but I can't, lest I want to be a zombie at work tomorrow.

A vein has been hit...emotions feel fresh and raw right now. I'm restless and agitated. This is the kind of mood from which words flow.

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[flockofgulls.livejournal.com]

I've had these stirrings also - and for sketching and painting as well. Fall always does this for me.