It’s the *eleventh* of the month.
And I’m already thinking of inking another blank card; while struggling hard on the thinnest borderline.
S
It’s the *eleventh* of the month.
And I’m already thinking of inking another blank card; while struggling hard on the thinnest borderline.
S
– How do you spell *mayhem*?
– M.A.Y.H.E.M
– Beauty!
– I see the beauty of mayhem.
– You wanna read a short story I wrote in France?
– How long is it?
– What?
– How long is it?
– How long is it? Never mind. Forget it.
“A painter paints his pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. We provide the music, and you provide the silence.”