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Severed Sentences: Issue One

I am beginning a series of entries entitled "Severed Sentences". As a writer, one thinks a lot. Too much, some would say. If you're anything like me, you have an entire inventory of random thoughts with no home. Furthermore, if you're anything like me, you'll think of a sentence and it'll be awesome and brilliant, and then nothing else happens. They're like limbs left out in the street and you're like, "Where's the body!?" Well, I'm sure I don't know! And now I'm putting those sentences to work. Or, rather, I'm giving them a time-out for being difficult.




"Frothing at the mouth with things to say."