|A piece of my character Drove, and a gift for my friend Howard.|
oh god, the dam in my head just broke. Little holes dear friends have been poking into it over the past two years have finally done the damage needed to remove the blockage, and now I can't stop the flood. Unfettered by worries and fear, dozens of ideas and concepts are just tumbling eagerly to my feet to cling and go IT IS MY TURN YES? And that damnable muse who has way more arms than eight is reaching down and patting them all on the head at the same time, saying 'yes of course it is'.
I need to grow more arms.