There was a whole while there(OK, three days or so…) when I thought AGAIN(!!!) the scribbles were done and dusted. Then, low and behold.. I tend to find a way to crank up the tank again(whatever that means). It’s definitely weird. Long-winded, for sure, and to the outside observer absolutely. However, for me.. when I feel it has landed itself nice and proper, that’s when I know I’m good to go again and it may as well be a painting in my head that I’m trying to replicate via scribbles. As it turns out, from what I can gather(SO FAR…), you can’t do that particular thing 😱 But this time it was a little bit different, as I REALLY couldn’t figure what in the name of shit I was gonna have to scribble and rhyme my ass off about. Low and behold, it comes right out all over again and, before I know it, I could write for ten years with full confidence it won’t stop. It will. It does. And sometimes, like before, I wish it stopped for good. Or do I 🤷‍♂️I have NO idea anymore 😆