Writing is just like forcing blood out of every vein

We are the ones. Within our armies of creation, inside
realities, which we create, we find our
inspiration within life and death. We laughed, cried,
trying to extract each nugget from inside. This power
exacts upon the world the eternities, several seconds, or a single hour.

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