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Nothing. Told you. There is no future in us all writing our own solitary tale. We exist in a social reality, would it not be best to read a tale told which reflects not only the individual but also the many

[edit] id/ego (a plain white bathroom wall to mark up)

["please insert trying-to-sound-deep but actually-meaningless statements here," said the writer who did not realise his/her own bias for meaningful prose as opposed to a wanky try-hard style. But then, he thought, is it possible that the 'censorship' chip kicks in with the default: "Wanky" every time a sentence appears with a frightening bit of style (hehe!) and some less cliche-ridden (haha!) words - if I do say so myself. 'A frightening bit of style' - classic!]

I write, therefore I am. Am what? That is the question. Or is it? Maybe. Maybe not. I am unknown. Yet known. Purple. Yellow. Banana. I eat the banana. Fruits, or vegetables? Sweet or sour? Sweet and sour! My favourite Chinese dish.

Blank line. Text. Text. Blank Line. New Pragraph. Writing. With. Lots. Of. Full-Stops. Makes. Me. Sound. Meaningful.

Or. Does. It.

Stop. Start. The Morse-code of the heart-beat. I think I've got the hang of this style of writing - everyone should try - it's easier than it looks. And much more wanky.

Or less. That is the question.