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prompted by terrible prompts

I was looking back through some old posts on this page and realized very quickly that my material is better when I'm not being led by somebody else's prompt. By "prompt" I strictly mean the search results to the phrase "writing prompt". I definitely can see the value of them; they have worked to dislodge any blockage I may have. After staying silent for months, I turn to them sometimes just to make my mind move again.

But the crap they push out is just terrible sometimes.

So I'm going do this stream-of-consciousness shit until I clear the blockage myself. Prose seems to be a bit more forgiving on the crap than verse is.

Of course, it helps that I'm naturally self-deprecating in my prose. So I'm not afraid to poke fun at myself.

Not to mention I'm a bit of a magician.

I turned myself into THIS guy. Pretty cool trick, eh?
Alright. That picture is enough for me to try something a little more introspective now.

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