I don’t even know why I bother trying to get organized.
It looks like I’m gonna have sonnet fourteen before thirteen. Possibly. Maybe. But it’s cool.
Interestingly, I don’t have much to say. Except … I got lazy and ended up not drawing and I got a surprise in the form of a defective brown paper bag (or not). I am going to put it on display somewhere because it makes me wonder how the handle ended up there. Do machines make paper bags or do they make themselves?
I demand that you assassinate me.Jaques-Louis David
This makes me laugh. I have no context.
I feel the bag didn’t want to be handled; It wanted to be held. But then it changed its mind. Reminds me of me 🙂 Maybe its intention in being different was to not end up in the garbage. Fate sent you to me. Goal achieved!
FYI – I haven’t been making any bible jokes cause I gotta get a copy of the book dad let me read. I go choose my own adventure in my bed while listening to music.
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