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| my activity | | Saiman has had no activity for the last 60 days. | | | | | He was an artist, and as an artist, these things occasionally happened. Where as everything in nature inspired the artist to work day and night, scarcely eating or sleeping, just doing enough to barely get over, to get them through what they needed to do. Another masterpiece to fill them with euphoria temporarily to fill that black void within their souls-and in this case, this artist had no soul, since he sold it along with his chained humanity long ago. | | discussions i've started | | As an writer, rather I should say artist since this applies to most professions, I frequently have writers block. During this time, I'm itching to write, but nothing sounds right. So where do you go... | | | | Okay, that's the title of my new story, and my question is what does that bring to your mind? With just the title, what things can you think of, what can you say it means with only that? Deep... | | | | | | | | | | | | There are no comments on Saiman’s profile. Friends of Saiman are encouraged to drop comments in this area. | | | |
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