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mush chest
depressed
heart squeezed blue
weak
in the knees
and folded
inward
seeking only you

Well, I guess I could just masturbate..

There are pointed few moments, that when so inspired, I feel it necessary to seize upon them immediately. One of which is from that twinge of genuine excitement, sparkling right beneath my heart, that I get from the inevitability of certain activities. When I'm really ready to go. Right now, I am referring to drawing, of course. Wrist feels good: supple and fluid. Overflow of anticipation is beginning to color some of the energy, but that's okay. Moving on. Ooo.. I don't know what I'm going to draw, but there is no doubt, I will ply my tool and imagination with singular motivation. I like eyes, maybe I'll sketch some of those. YEAH, alien ones, on stalks with multiple pupils.. Plenty of paper. And my trusty ol'..?..! Where are the pencils?