Words: I’m exhausted of words. Every time I post something I either think it is brilliant or hate it, either way fulling knowing that I basically just stole the words from someone greater than myself. Finishing my book I realize that all my ideas have been used and overused by myself as well as millions of others and that there is no use. Photos are easy but I can’t take them worth a damn. Music is effective but again, not for me. I am left with nothing but angry, repetitive, and discouraging writing. Not much is new.
vs.
Photos: 
Winner: It’s a draw. Both were out of focus. The fan favourite might have been ‘Photo’ because it was less of a waste of time.
Balls of Rice 
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