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It was a dark stormy night... well actually it was a pleasant afternoon... but I knew something was wrong. The way he entered my work space was rude and abrupt. He told me to sit. (This really got me scared as I was already lounging in my chair) I eyed him suspiciously. Asked him what the matter was and how he thought a writer like me could help him... That's when he got up and left quickly, realizing he had entered the wrong office. Such is the life of an aspiring screenwriter. So what is the Cryptic Vortex? The Vortex is my creativity looking for an outlet. All those JATs are stuck up in there waiting for the right inspiration. Music, sunsets, eavesdropping... staring at the wall.... are just some of the things that get the twister turning.
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