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» voracious Out of nowhere today, a sudden impulse to do something almost unbearably creative. My mind was made molten by the urge to build and write and force ectoplasm out from under my fingernails in the shapes of fabulous towers and sea birds. Inspiration! I caged it in my arms and hoarded it, running along hallways, fearful of spilling a single drop to the sensible carpeting of Corporation-X. I am fearful that it will ebb away before it can be yoked and made to cut chocolatey furrows. But a swift glance fills me with hope. I have found something that I had been looking for. I will keep it to myself even as it streams out of me through my creative clawings and scratchings. I know that I will use this up. This firecracker fuel-cell that I've been sitting on for years without looking too closely at it. I will suck it dry and toss it over my shoulder onto a heap of detritus behind me. But it will only be sucked dry for me. A magical fruit that can be devoured once by each hungry mendicant who shuffles past in search of succor. I am burning with the need to carve out its pulpy flesh with both hands and smear it across my lips. But I will wait. I will let it ripen just a few days more. Perhaps it will spoil. But only if my mind allows it. I will it not to do so!
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