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Pouring My Art Out 
Warped.
well… yeah…
Let’s make it better. How about, “Art’s Mind at Warp Speed.”
It always goes that fast… but I like where you are going with this.
I think I’m drunk.
You can still name the picture… ha… see what I did there…
a shmeer of art
that sounds vaguely disgusting… so I love it!
LOL mmmhmm
oh yeah… but this is a no ‘lol’ zone…
sighhhhhh 😦 bleah!
no… I don’t mean you can’t laugh at out loud… in fact, I expect you to… but I am trying to get people to stop using that ‘lol’ thing… I did a post about…
S’ok, your blog, your rules…. I always have trouble staying inside the lines though… it is a quirk I was born with.
It isn’t a rule so much as a silly running gag…
Don’t run while gagged, you have to breathe only through your nose and it gets iffy once the huffing and puffing sets in… not a good idea at all.
Once I manage to free myself from the basement or car trunk, I figure I will have plenty of time for breathing later…
That’s a rookie mistake, you can’t run if you’re passed out and you can’t scream that there’s a fire if you’re gagged either. Never yell for help people will ignore you.
when you are being chased by a person with an axe and you are running down the street naked and gagged they pay attention.
No they go inside and close the doors. If you’re lucky one person might be brave enough to call the police
you have a point in some parts of the world.
I have a point in Memphis, In Dayton, In LA, In Peoria, In St Louis and countless other towns. They even teach it in self-defense classes. To yell fire rather than to yell help.
you have never seen me naked…
Ha ha, are you sure?
uh… no… but I think I would have heard you gasp… or laugh… or something…
Or somethin’ yep, that works
yup
wait… I didn’t even know who you were… are… stop changing stuff…
“Help me–I’m Melting!” or “Melting Pot”
It would be tough to pick one of those.