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So as the motto goes, a limb for a limb, an ear for an ear, a horrible song for your focus to write a draft of a topic you aren’t interested in. Let’s not forget the side conversations and that annoying click of the keyboard!
As every human has begun to learn in their life inspiration has a hard time clicking. It takes the perfect mood to let the tone set in for one to even want to write. The stroke of a pen, the clacking of a keyboard, the incessant voices of the common good. Even it may be the watchful eye of those around you. The will to write is there but it is not being used correctly to write a good paper.
As I may say and maybe a few other fellows, banging one's head on a table repeatedly is better than wallowing in shame from the cruel creators who have puppeted us to to work. I would agree, breaking my skull open and spilling its context feels so much better than keeping silent. As much as I would scream to the hills about how i’m currently feeling I stick to wanting to banging my head across a plastic table that might be wood. As my brain lacks the leading inspiration to lead my head down the right path of writing a paper about who inspired me in life.
I’m not sure if that was an actual prompt but writing this paragraph is better than staring at my bare screen, with a bad grade attached for not doing my work as a student.
This piano is obnoxious in the lining of my cranium. I would rather listen to my own choice of music than to having the two played at the same time. Why not turn it up, every middle aged man would ask. Well to the man next to me I simply can’t, as much as I would enjoy to I must be able to hear her speech. To hear her is to hear all, every distraction, every movement, nice phone, so as much as I wait the time clicks by slowly. The ramblings of my head reach paper but are toned down as my brain has the urge to scream, profanities, words of mockery,