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March 31, 2013
Corey typed inspiration into Google and looked at the images. Most of them depicted moonlit scenes or swirls of color. Perhaps a ray of sunshine somewhere cold. Knowing, according to Tchaikovsky, that it doesn't willingly visit the lazy, but also knowing the need to relax and let it flow. He remembered his last major wave of inspiration, shortly after writing down a list of goals. Suddenly, everything around him looked different and he knew that it was in him to make anything happen. But tonight he's just clutching for straws, content to watch the season premiere of Game of Thrones.