Yeah so what? My blog sucks. But then what can I do about it? Lots, you might say. I just hate it when you say that. Lots, what does that mean? Give me an example. Do I put up links to porn sites on my blog? Do I profess incest? Do I defame people? Do I display my skeletons on my page? Do I blab about my outdated cell phone? Do I ramble on about my bike? Do I cry out loud? Enough of these questions, right? I am going to do something about it and I am going to do it right now. So here I am rechristening my blog once and for all. It will be IdeaGym and nothing else. A blog that will help one develop that mental muscle. Wish me luck folks.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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