My thoughts are stale, I baby-step from humdrum this to dreary that with no sense of direction, trudging and prosaic, dead-brained, ordinary, dull. I need to put a match to these dry sticks, I need to flame some fireworks in my mind. But I can’t even smell the fuel.
-Dave Appleby
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