Tim and Brendan are dangling from the rafters with pneumatic nail guns and electric chain saws.
They have taken off the roof and have succeeded in sucking out every breath in my body.
I have to leave for the studio or I will eat my tongue. At least I can pretend that every thing is fine when in there. A little disassociation doesn't hurt. Will finsih pupae bags and listen for ambulances.
The problem with being a visual and imaginative person is just that!
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