WRITE

Vlad Dracula sent me this.

O my servant, Bentley-Doamna, WRITE – write until the page is washed in beauty, or in blood, or in music; write until your hand breaks, but let the words flow out before you sort them; scatter the words on the paper, let fly your pen, or scrape, or dance, or gallop; the pen is your steed, your interpreter, your paintbrush, your beloved, your sword, your sustenance.  The pen is your mouth.  Speak.  Sing.  Write.  Wield the pen to your grave.

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