Scribbles during casserole cooking, scone baking and that other little nasty ass thing called ocd. I do indeed wonder when the calm might ever fully come 🤞”Someday, dear boy. But for now… go right on ahead miraculously still creating, etc. For sure, multi-medalled war veterans have experienced less hostility. So… I say, GO GRAB THAT FUCKING MEDAL, because, dear boy, we got you, from start to finish. In fact, and I’m rather sorry to rabbit on here, but that medal already adorns your neck. IN FACT, that is the ONLY weight which should weigh you down EVER again 🤔 😜 😃 🥊
In upsetting syllables and all because it tended to blend its own SenSe of deliriously both PURPOSELY nonSeNsIcal deviation. Ahem.. more so dedication, perhaps?!
A currency, a heartHAPPY DEDICATION, that creative lapse- amidst a lake of metaphorical knowledge which swims inside their bolstered and BlueKnuckle minds
It bathed, it did indeed swam past-tense improper.. it EVEN PLAINfaced MANAGED..
to BackStroke to a disgustingly beautiful extent. Perhaps like a butterfly on-FIRE!
This… egotistical entitlement of a most.. carefree and Caring(!) kind
“No carnage carried here, Baby Features.”
None too blinded by the might of any other artist’s unsolvable ability to see- whilst she SimUlTanEously seizes.. something altogether rather interesting and gloriously imPROPER
