As the title suggests, this is just 101 words.
Words, words everywhere. pages and pages, reams and reams. The printer click-clacking away churning out words, more and more words. Horrible, spiteful words. All of those words are created by me. I hate every single one of them. Why do I do it? Why do I fill these pages, these screens, empty the ink cartridges with words that I instantly loathe?
I’ve always hated them,
I read my old words and cringe with embarrassment, no, shame. How can anyone
read this crap? Not only read them, but hang on them, quote them, study them,
then when they’ve consumed them, demand more.
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