Just an old soldier. Nothing more.
Once the muse hits you go with it. Writing it down loses the momentum (want to). I’ve done this since high school and my teachers would get mad at me for drawing in class. But I had to capture that idea and draw it. :)
And so, a new Thanksgiving tradition is born…… :)
Had an acquaintance raising horses with llamas. I jokingly told him to be careful, because they’d teach that colt to spit. :D
Rawboned screaming fear verging on blind panic. :)
A bit, lad, just a wee bit.
Glargaruru, you say. Hmmm.
“Any landing you can walk away from”… and “He’ll feel that tomorrow.”
“Money can’t buy you love.” “Aye, laddie, but it can buy ye ever thing that goes with it! Arrr harr harr!”
If your dog was 10x bigger he’d still be your dog. If your cat was 10x bigger he’d eat you.
Can’t say that in the many decades of my life that I’ve had an experience even remotely like that.
Once the muse hits you go with it. Writing it down loses the momentum (want to). I’ve done this since high school and my teachers would get mad at me for drawing in class. But I had to capture that idea and draw it. :)