look left. look right. thumb through coloured pages and hope to find an artist refined. someone to finish the pin pricks on the left side, a secondary cover up; clover felt in nature. no such luck.
i could go, would go, back to ...tim... but that would mean making amends with ghosts and begging for sketchbook reprisals, and i'm not digging that potato today.
just as well i'm going to slug it out all american style, with a ball and a bat and a glove to feel the sun smack me right between the eyelids for a chance, a change, something that doesn't involve breaking and rebreaking my foot on rollerskates.
too much homework. my head is sleepy at two pee em. low caffeine, no caffeine. i'll pedal off to the inlet instead.
magnets make me think, and kitties need a drink...x...
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