Channelknight Fadran

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*B r e a t h e*

Kay, Fad. You got this. You got this.

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Ooookay. Sorry 'bout that. I just needed to express my frustration and I figured that tagging him wouldn't be the best way to do that.

Anyways, if you're wondering why I have frustration to express, it's because my brain is empty. In fact it's so empty that, while my fingers have been itching to type down LITERALLY ANYTHING SO MUCH that it almost hurts, I have found myself at a impossible impasse. I require inspiration but it is nowhere to be found. These ten sausagey appendages I have stapled on to the ends of my hand ankles are dying to put little black squiggles on a google doc, and that three-pound purple meat sponge nestled inside my skull is dying to come to some consensus of thought and idea. The feel of inspiration is there but the inspiration itself isn't.

So help. Please.

Yes, this was just a really unnecessarily overcomplicated way of asking for writing prompts. And yes, Danex, I have yours in mind but I need  m o r e.