"I want to write but I get foam" said the man on the stone, with a very ugly notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other. "Will I need a writer's position?"
Then the man took a pose more of a writer, as he saw them: languid eyes looking at the depth of the sea in a box of 30 x 30 hanging on the wall, ready to write the saddest lines on a sad tigers Mirror cornfield tonight at a place of life spotted whose name, he says, do not want to remember. Then he started to write.
then tried to write. Finally
worked to write a little more.
But nothing.
returned to his stone and said: "I want to write, but I get stones stone
So wrote the Ulysses three imaginary points that vanished in the air.
Then the man took a pose more of a writer, as he saw them: languid eyes looking at the depth of the sea in a box of 30 x 30 hanging on the wall, ready to write the saddest lines on a sad tigers Mirror cornfield tonight at a place of life spotted whose name, he says, do not want to remember. Then he started to write.
then tried to write. Finally
worked to write a little more.
But nothing.
returned to his stone and said: "I want to write, but I get stones stone
So wrote the Ulysses three imaginary points that vanished in the air.
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