A dead line is such an obtuse thing... We shouldn't put ourselves in a situation to force our creativity man.... Like, in due time, the beauty of the pick-axe handle will consume you, and then and only then will your creativity be at a level where the Gods will smile upon you and flow through your ink-ed quill to manifest on that page a glorious tail of the great pick-axe handle. Oh, no deadlines for you.
Wow! It's like, you know, surfer Shakespeare up there. Whoa, dude, no deadlines crampin' the style of my ink-ed quill! LOL. ... And methinks that mom chick is all like... whoa.
If I remember correctly, the idea behind throwing a word out to Mom and I was to keep us posting while you were the only one doing your "blog duty." Well... where are ya this week???
6 Comments:
Pick-axe handle??? Qua?!? And the deadline....?
11:14 AM
A dead line is such an obtuse thing... We shouldn't put ourselves in a situation to force our creativity man.... Like, in due time, the beauty of the pick-axe handle will consume you, and then and only then will your creativity be at a level where the Gods will smile upon you and flow through your ink-ed quill to manifest on that page a glorious tail of the great pick-axe handle. Oh, no deadlines for you.
11:46 AM
Go to my blog, children. For some reason, pick-axe handle inspired me. Yawn. New challenge, please.
12:20 AM
Wow! It's like, you know, surfer Shakespeare up there. Whoa, dude, no deadlines crampin' the style of my ink-ed quill! LOL. ... And methinks that mom chick is all like... whoa.
8:36 AM
We have GOT to get your sister out of California before it's too late!
1:43 PM
If I remember correctly, the idea behind throwing a word out to Mom and I was to keep us posting while you were the only one doing your "blog duty." Well... where are ya this week???
10:19 AM
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