[@Mae]

Ah, motherfucking. Thanks for the feeling fondle, my fellow paper cutter. I was, like. Having all the mud in my works trying to write. Because, my heart was deciding it to sink like a boat made of rocks and failed diet planners. But you know. When you don't force it and just let it exit your fingers like ants out of a mole hill.


The wicked colors come out a bit easier.