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>It's weird, I've been trying for three days to update my zero readers with something interesting or worth their while, but I seem to be failing miserably. Perhaps it's some cruel form of writer's... or blogger's block. I feel like I have a myriad of important things to say that could make you laugh, smile, cry, think, think I'm mentally challenged, etc, but instead I give you nothing.

That's my b. Back to my crossword puzzle

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.