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Manifestation of metier write

Manifestation of métier write finds yours truly sitting today December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight hunched over mien as edge of night quite some hours away when height of Santa Claus appearance bright rosy cheeks glow insync with Rudolph the reindeer red nose. As an indie alt rock'n tribe beck ha dishabille poet, I view the challenge of writing analogous to betting an heir or heiress which includes gestation of an, emotion, idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst if outcome birthed to be fabulous then however the whimsical notion spins within thine cerebral centrifuge, the imagination pregnant with fetus of a fledgling concept feeling with byte size sea legs, not quite ready for prime time and beak comb devious though, as swollen womb dar full expansive lettered girth manifests and coalesces into miniature Confucius versatile baby (unless unexpected contusions render exertion aborted effort, the proud pro-creator bounteous which success inspires this scrivener to tackle another and fleeting thought and sire by product with audacity. Oft times the sacred seconds silenced by stillness louder than "Big Ben" ear splitting only to me - squirreled away in this makeshift basement den the dead quiet, a riot with audio logical sonic boom decibel - asper a water nymph sprung from a fen or when a sneaky fiery fox slips into the crowded house, where the yolk cull doth roost long fostering mass squawking of manifold egg on eyes zing hen. The end result metamorphoses into a totally tubular unforeseen jumble analogous to uglies that bump of gibberish senseless wordy clump aspiring to convey some essence of logic, though best to take furlough than persist to interpret dump of discordantly strung English bits, which intractable insistence might spell f-o-r-c-e-d g-r-u-m-p as the mood one may find them-self, unless he/she can call the literary mod squad to resolve harrumph and with any lucky trump petting, the once amorphous lump pen pro lit tarry hit might undergo an amazing transformation - a cherished poem plump with juicy fruit weighing down the boughs as if limbs ready to slump.

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