|254 Words on Why I Cant Answer Your Question|

I would tell you about my writing talent, if i had any. 

I'd call it my habit, and I am a junkie. Words aren't just a cluster of letters to me. 

Words are all that I see, and the ones I construe bare a heavy meaning to me. All things I write to you, big and small.

Written and thought in my tiny mental chasm of halls with door to explore. 

Verbal imagery amazes me and what's more is letters are images depicting imagined pictures with simply their shape! My brain is amazed at the levels I can stack them to, and they pile infinitely up. Guess that is what a writer's block would be if you didn't have any more of them to stack upon it. A solitary block is hard to have fun with, I'm sure. Words are social, but pure; which it is hard to be these days. 

I am truly a crazed fanatic!

Bombastic with a Lingual-Curious vigor, linguistics I stick with as my mental mentor.

Pour thoughts into me and I'll breath them out, in verse, for it is in me that this verbose  blood does course.

Therefore, I cannot claim talent, to state clearly to you. I have worn this urge towards words since I put on my meat suit. I am not sure if talent is just something you have to do, so I just can't claim it, though it would be nice to work with a group!

My name is Stori, it's nice to meet you.