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Ideally Primed To Write

...Ideally Primed To Write... Fallow wing on figurative awk kill lees heal of: "My on call (Uncle) Muse Never Sleeps"- which hoop fully didst eat turn nilly app peal ache'n to (tongue in cheek) mucho yum zook awesome guacamole tasting real lee out of this world culinary steal within the confectioner common weal. ------------------------------------- Undoubtedly every aspiring, and/or successful author (from United States, the You Kay and/or any other country) doth gingerly woo cerebral explosive starry eye burst, and strives to hone on nest lee maximize zing her/his writing, yet keenly aware unfettered near pristine view, when her/his own das scribe able true lee most opportune critical (albeit figurative) window of literary creativity must needs be channelled analogous to damning a swollen river, (albeit blitzkrieg brickbats unstoppably pounding dog gone ferociously, that doth spew) to spill out unwedded, uncoupled, and unbridled, essentially, non groom matt tickly uncontrollably (chomping at the bit) literary flood tide of ideas without pausing to edit, nor review (bursting at the figurative seams), despite futile attempt to staunch, stave, stay, et cetera over saturated figurative sand bagged levee mal lined queue stream of consciousness with (oh brother) Grimm purview, whereat, the palpable next great winning gust American opus doth appear as forsaken cause unexpurgated (approximating totally tubularly regurgitated pablum) riddled with flaws will presumably meet with editorial wrath venomous unprintable thrashing more vituperative than in-laws subsequently ill fate receives terse cancellation from Oprah's Bookclub, where unstinting praise about equates to a near guarantee reversing bout of dirt poor poverty novel with clout would book without a shadow of a doubt home ward James mull hoard cuja (meaning this chap forced to work graveyard shift) pocketed a shining winner, hence noel hunger need to flout, a heavy schedule, whence tome more row rockets red glare will arc across cerulean sky inveritably propelling overnight yesterday's unknown schlepping scrivener lout to top of New York Times best seller list with trumpeting huzzahs.

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