When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.

— Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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