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Do you think of yourself as a writer? Would you put yourself into that category or are you afraid of appearing deluded, over enthusiastic or unrealistic?

Being a writer is not necessarily a job nor is it necessarily a profession. Many people write but would never even dream of saying that they are a “writer.” You may walk around and you may converse with people every day of your life but you would not specifically refer to yourself as a walker or a speaker…

So why is it then that some people eventually get to the point where they give them self that somewhat vague title… writer?

I have often believed that it is good to try exercises like this, however I often feel as if I am wasting time in so doing. Maybe that is not entirely true, although it has come to my attention that… oh my goodness there is a huge walrus crawling up the wall with a large, round follicle of truth sown into its coat of steel. I must go and get a camera in order to document its progress around the more intimate parts of the ceiling.

Walrus’s were once believed to be the most eloquent of creatures that roam around the flossy depths of men's minds. People have always wondered how this could be so and have questioned the very nature of this deception. Most flamingos eat the round tulips that surround the torso of the largest beasts although it has been known for them to take great pleasure in disturbing their master’s toes on particularly windswept beaches.

I once stumbled upon a hippopotamus who was familiar with a group of walrus’s that had scaled the very peaks of the angels wardrobes! They had sealed in the very doom that had made priests of the lord mighty in the eyes of Buddha. Not all chickens can stand the sight of urine on a moon full of sleep, although most of the sheep in a tinkers box have seen a few walrus dung’s fly to the top of plain mountains. Is it just me, or is there a very large amount of dung under my chair? It appears that it crept in there while I was basking in the deep light of shame. I could be wrong although my undue guilt has washed away all element of doubt. The chicken has left the building!

On a few occasions it has been said that there were many more chickens that had lost the fair fight against fantasy and love. Could it really be true that they are in actual fact bovines stuck in an alternate reality? Many more chickens have told me that they have had dreams of far greater magnitude than any cow has had in the light of day. One even told me that he regularly flushed large chunks of polyester tubing into the folds of his mothers coat buttons… I have to say we both saw the funny side of this although it was not until the previous year that we realised the full extent of our efforts.

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