Say what would you write when you don't know what to write but, yet, there's this soft voice from beneath your ear telling you to just open the browser and start typing?
Maybe you'll start with some crappy line (please see above for sample) and when you come to your second paragraph, you'll have a general idea on what you'd need to write.
Just more loads of crap! Nah, not actually..
I am not expressive, yet I have this urge to blow away the surface of this planet in one go.
I feel, the pain caused by one human to another can only be eased by making them both share the pain.
Pain of guilt, and pain of remorse.
One leader's guilt will eventually bring the nation down to face its doom.
Happened in Tunisia. So does in Egypt. And brewing in Yemen, Oman, Libya etc.
And yet, we are still, constantly reminded to show gratitude to this nation's leader, whom corrupt practise is so well known, even to foreigners.
Damn I loath them! The last dust to decay from my bones will tell you the same, given chance.
That is, me.
Maybe that's the reason Im still here.
Im glad I am here.
nihil sin nefas
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