And now I shall be productive.  Productive, productive.  Pro-duck.  Yes, I'm going to be inspired...now.  Because genius is bubbling just beneath the surface.  I shall sit with my legs crossed, wearing glasses as an accessory, tapping my pen against my cheek.  Then I shall run my fingers through my hair.  I have a zit on my head.  An under-hair zit.  Under where?  Underwear.  Underoos.  Thunder shoes, blunder snooze...
  Right.  Working hard.  Because I have a solid work ethic, and I am not going to be lazy and let my brain meander meander salamander.  This is functional, it serves a purpose, and I'm going to go to bed on time.  A well-rested brain is a high-functioning brain.  High function.  High funk.  Funkaaaaay.
  Filler, filler, something transitional.
  And I round third base an head to the final paragraph, hair giraffe.  Bringing things full circle, a summation of points.  "Point."  The tippy-top, the summit, the zenith.  The result of all my hard, ethic-induced work.  Solid beginning.  Substantive body.
Clever, witty ending.
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i see you've read the manual! now throw it away...shelley
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