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funkypig: The art that you seek is in the illusion of something great.
8r4d: Prophetic. What the frak are you talking about?
funkypig: Art. Illusion. It sounds impressive, no?
8r4d: No.
funkypig: I thought I should say something. I’m supposed to be that nagging voice in your head. I’m supposed to be that glimmer of motivation [...]
funkypig: Hey. I’ve missed you.
8r4d: You jest.
funkypig: No. Really. It’s been quiet down here without you. I enjoyed it for a while. I enjoyed the solitude. But now I’m just bored. Nothing to do but watch from behind the glass. You should try it sometime — you just [...]
funkypig: I’m disappointed, you know. There has been oodles of opportunity, yet you squander.
8R4D: Squander? That’s unfair.
funkypig: But you’ve written nothing since you’ve been on vacation. Nothing. Nil. Nada. Nicht.
8R4D: I get it. I see where you going with that.
funkypig: You were going to be, ahem, caught up by the [...]
8: I’ve been experimenting, lately. Truth be told, I’ve been going through something of a phase of general self-refinement. You know how it goes: things are changing and it’s time to pick sides on matters of eclectic preferences moral, creative, and substantive. Really, the truth be told, I’ve got far too many [...]
funkypig: So. Saturday night? Sitting at home. Writin’ in your blog. Must be getting old, eh? That thir-TAY year-old-thing finally caught up, I see.
8r4d: Whatever. We had a busy day. We did some shopping. Cleaning. Tried taking the dog for a walk in the bitter cold. And. [...]
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