Demonically Possesed Writing Utensil
I basically wrote this in a fit of rage; a temper tantrum, if you will.
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He glared down at the paper in disgust. he just couldn't get the hang of it. One minute it'd make sense and he'd draw a fairly nice picture, then...damn it was frustrating. he ached to be able to draw, express himself through pictures; not to mention that he had wonderful ideas...but, damn it, he just couldn't translate the to the paper. Almost spasmodically, he snatched the paper and madly crumpled it. Precision, that's all it was, knowing where to correctly place a line, one fucking line. Ha! Humans the top of the chain, what a joke, he was proof of that; bested by a pencil.
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