In the time that I first had the impression to blog until the moment that my internet finally restored connectivity and allowed the page to load, all artistic drive flooded out of my system and left me with this overly frustrated lump in sweat pants and a tight tee-shirt, aimlessly sprawled on the couch. Now that's what I call a true artist. Maybe even a true waste of time.
Meow.
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