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8 comments:
my friend. my friend. you portray yourself as a puddle of a pill. whether this is merely for your art, i will still send you a ginormous virtual hug.
unc! xxx
One of those pills crushed in jam, fed to a child, still pretty foul but doing good eventually.
Piece of my heart, baby.
Um, ta.
Not feeling particularly puddle-like. Though he is.
Might it be possible that although the little pill comes from me, he is not at all times 'me'.
Just a thought.
Humpty Dumpty comes to mind
you have had a 'birth' of sorts in your art...keep going unc!xx
glad the pill is not you in this.
i would like to attribute that to my hug, but that would be extraordinarily egocentric of me, wouldn't it be?
I am going to subscribe to this in my reader!
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