Note to myself:
SWEET!?
SWEET!!?
SWEET!!?
Oh my God.
I am an artist....not a Whitmans Sampler ( Where lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed).
I take my fine work elsewhere ma'amage.
You have destroyed me with your condescending bone.
We artists are very sensitive....because we are brilliant and get very frustrated when mere Earthlings cannot see what we can.
You have yourself a real nice night.
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