Sometimes art taps you on the shoulder in the middle of the night.
It whispers in your ear about grand ideas and insists that you write the
ideas down. Drop by as soon as possible. It'd be nice to catch up.
times art raps you on the head while you slumber and demands that you
leave your bed and come fight it out in the kitchen. It is sleep who
can wait, as I will not.
Posted at Monday, June 02, 2014 by princessbeckie