Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Shakespeare Denied

Progress on his play remained in a hopelessly static state. He’d hoped taking pen to hand would breach the barrier typing could not seem to break through.His eyes were glued to the ominously blank sheet of paper that lay there mocking him.The floor all about him was littered with similar sheets,each angrily discarded as the words upon them continued to fail to impress him. His sobs of frustration were lost underneath the noise of the infinite number of monkeys around him. Blissfully unaware, they continued to hammer away on the infinite number of typewriters upon their desks.

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