Whoof, lord. Is it just me? I am so afflicted with this need to tell. I need to tell you it all, all the things I feel and need and want and love. I wish I had the urge to write big popular, gripping novels instead of this need to share my innermosts. Things that perhaps are better unsaid. My conflicts and yearnings and sadnesses. What is this impulse to say things out loud, or even more to write things down out loud? The pen and page don't cut it any more. It needs to be announced. Some sort of validation, maybe, making it real.
Right now there are all sorts of things I can't say out loud, and other things I should be saying that I can't bring myself to, though I will, soon. But the weight of all the words and want pressing down on my shoulders is elephantine.
This looks hard to do but the nd result is cool. http://www.origami-instructions.com/origami-elephant.html
Source: http://infantasia.blogspot.com/2010/08/compulsive-divulgence.html
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