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A random thought about being a writer (handwriting sample included)

Being a writer is like...

Visszatértem! Dschorsaanjo's back! o moku e moku Kamala
mi nasa, la sina nasa, la mi mute li musi e kalama...

Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem...

This post is in Hungarian! Please don't worry, I'd be writing it in English if it was about things that I activaly do in English. But this happened to be one of the very few exceptions that heavily language-dependent (at the moment at least)

Nemrég feltöltöttem a Szerettem őt új verzióját, valamint az eredeti "végleges" verziót. De mi vezetett ahhoz, hogy újra fel kelljen töltenem egy verset, pedig még a cím se változott?

Finally I realized that I'm able to write posts while taking a shhhhhhhhhhhh... releasing the waste.

It's 2 hours till noon, or in this case, 2019.

I'm still looking for stuff to upload (and uploading contantly), then I found this one... It's titled Everything you've got.

Today as I was uploading stuff (gosh, it takes forever -- and I'm only halfway at best) I found this list of names in a text file [...] about my future characters based on their name. It was originally written in 2017. nov. 27.

After he finally finished the work on design, he was able to move on and start uploading the sh*te that he called his poems and other written stuff -- a.k.a. writings (of various genres).

'Tis my very first blog post where I talk about the making and history of this site (or rather about it's current iteration).