I am an open book full of blank pages. All style, no substance, a pretty cover for all the world to see, but empty inside. I am dead nature incarnate. Would you care to read a page from the book of me? It will not take long. After all, when one cannot express the words to say how they feel, how can anything be written? So would you like to take a glance at my writer�s block? You may not find informative text, but there may be some stick figure illustrations for you to indulge yourself. I am but an open book full of blank pages� and I feel like book burning.
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10/6/01